CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURADRIAN’S POVThe field didn’t care what was happening inside my head, it only demanded movement, impact, repetition, like pain could be trained out through discipline, so I kept running drills until my lungs burned and my thoughts finally started to blur at the edges, but even then her face stayed, refusing to dissolve no matter how hard I tried to outrun it.Sophie.Every pass, every strike, every forced breath only dragged her back into focus, not softer, not easier, just clearer in a way that made it harder to pretend I didn’t care as much as I kept telling myself I didn’t.“Get out,” I muttered under my breath, like she could hear me from wherever she was, like distance meant anything to memory.But she didn’t leave.She never did.The sound of footsteps on the turf cut through my focus before I even turned, and I already knew who it was because Daniel had a presence that didn’t ask for permission, it just arrived and expected the world to adjust around it.I s
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