ADRIANA'S POV
The sound of gunshots filled the air as I walked to the training ground this morning, my mind solely fixed on Henry.
I had to see him.
After my discussion with Vincenzo yesterday, he told me that he wanted to try a few things with me to help me, and even though I was filled with trepidation and fear, I did want to know if he could help; I'd do literally anything to get rid of the flashbacks. I had gone through therapy several times and nothing, absolutely nothing.
It always ended up the same way and I was tired of going about in circles.
"Hey," I heard Henry's voice as he jogged up to me, his body drenched in sweat.
"Oh… good morning" I smiled at him, tucking my hands into the pockets of my coat.
He watched me silently with a soft smile. "It is cold out here" He muttered.
"Yeah, it is. Training hard, I see" I nodded behind him at the shooting range.
