Freddy’s POV

I had been at it for almost two hours weightlifting, cardio, and boxing. The same routine I had followed for years, a habit I refused to break even after leaving my old life behind. The rhythmic sound of my fists hitting the punching bag echoed in the home gym, my breath controlled, my movements sharp. Every strike sent a jolt up my arms, the impact grounding me in the moment.

Some things stayed with you. Discipline. Strength. Readiness.

Wiping sweat off my brow with the back of my hand, I finally stopped, rolling my shoulders. My body was exhausted, but I liked the feeling. It reminded me that...