HENRY POV
The clang of weights hitting the floor echoed around the gym as I pushed through my final set on the bench press. Dax was beside me, his usual calm self, keeping count under his breath. Across the gym, the rest of the team was scattered around, doing their own thing. It was just another morning practice, nothing unusual—until Blake strolled over, his usual smugness dialed down for once.
“Hey,” Dax muttered as he leaned toward Blake, lowering his voice. “How’s Cassidy?”
Blake glanced around, making sure no one else was listening. “She’s better,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “But she’s had a rough week. Woke up screaming a couple of times.” He paused, his jaw tightening. “Hunter’s looking for a therapist for her. PTSD or something. She… she might have it.”
