Chapter 59
- Raymond’s POV
- The rhythmic thud of fists meeting the punching bag fills the gym, echoing in the otherwise silent room. My skin glistens with sweat, muscles burning as I drive another blow into the worn leather. It's not enough. It never is. No amount of training can knock the memories out of my skull or fix the sick dynamic in this house.
- But it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.