The pain started as a dull ache behind my sternum, easy enough to ignore the first morning, easier still to blame on training. By the second day it had sharpened into something colder, spreading outward from that same spot in slow, deliberate pulses, like ice working its way through water.I told myself it would pass. It didn't.During drills the following afternoon, the cold hit hard enough to buckle my knees mid-strike, and the world tilted sideways before Gregory's arms caught me on the way down."Chelsea." His voice came from somewhere far away, edged with alarm. "Chelsea, what's wrong?""I don't know," I managed, and that was the truth, and it frightened me more than any answer would have.He carried me to Erin without waiting for permission, and she had me sitting upright within minutes, her hands pressed flat against my chest and sternum, her expression sliding from concern into something graver the longer she held them there.She sat back finally, and the seriousness on her fa
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