“Heading to the GYM!”
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I honestly thought it was a joke.
When Cris returned over an hour later, his face was red and his shirt was soaked.
“You went to the gym?” I asked.
“Trying something new.”
“On vacation?”
“Best time to start.”
His answer sounded rehearsed, but I told myself he had finally decided to improve his health.
Then he did it again the next morning.
And the morning after that.
Every day before sunrise, Cris quietly dressed and disappeared. He always left the same note.
When I asked what was so special about the resort gym, he claimed it had better equipment. That nearly made me laugh. Cris could not tell the difference between a rowing machine and a coat rack.
Then I noticed Stormy.
She was a young dancer on the resort’s entertainment team. She had long dark hair, endless energy, and a confidence that made everyone watch her.
