I hadn’t seen Gosto in days. And maybe that was for the best.

With distance came clarity. Strength. A firmer grip on my own mind.

I couldn’t say I was healed far from it. I still thought about him every time silence settled in. But at least I could shift my focus now. I threw myself completely into training with Fosco.

"You're doing great!" his voice rang out as another rock hurtled toward me.

Blindfolded, I stood dead center in the training room. Fosco paced the perimeter, launching ...