(Ava’s POV)
The next morning, I was done playing the fool. No more wallowing. No more waiting for Dominic to soften up or magically explain himself. I was tired—tired of feeling unwanted, tired of thinking about him, tired of the ache I didn’t even fully understand.
Today, I would focus on one thing: my training.
The moment I stepped onto the training grounds, Emily raised a brow at me. “You’re early,” she commented as she folded her arms across her chest, sizing me up.
“I needed this,” I said, walking up to her. “I’m done overthinking. He said I should focus on my own life—and I intend to do exactly that.”
Emily studied me for a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I will be,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Right now, I just want to sweat the ache out of my body.”
“Alright then,” she
