KAEL
The driver slowed in front of the boxing gym, a squat brick building tucked between two cafés, loud with the thud of fists hitting bags even from outside. Niko turned in his seat.
"You've had a few calls from Sarah."
"Ignore them." My voice was flat. Final. He nodded, didn't push, and slipped out when I gestured for him to leave me.
It was my second day in Spain and I hadn't slept for more than an hour at a time. No work. No calls. No father breathing down my neck. That was the plan for the next fifteen days here in Spain or so. I had shut it all out. All that was left was the noise in my head and the ache in my chest. The only thing that seemed to drown it out...barely...was working my body until it broke. So I came here, to this gym owned by an old underling of mine.
