Caleb's POV

I moved my shoulder before I even opened my eyes properly.

I was testing it, the way I had every morning since the injury, waiting for the familiar resistance or dull ache that usually reminded me how much further I still had to go.

But there was nothing.

Just my shoulder, moving the way it was supposed to.

I sat up slowly, a smile already spreading across my face as I stared at the ceiling.

Today was the day.

I had spent weeks getting to this exact morning.

Every training ...