CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

NADIA

Just a date, or….?

Phil had approached me after training that evening with a serious look in his eyes. I could barely read his expression, but the way he held himself made my heart flutter with uncertainty. “I’ve got good and bad news,” he started, his tone casual but serious.

“Which should I begin with?” he added, almost as if he was deciding on a plan.

“The bad,” I replied flatly, gathering my training kits from the floor. I didn’t care about what the bad news was. Nothing could be worse than being abandoned by my mum or dealing with the constant bullying from Alex, Sandro, and...