Page 15 of I See You

Sevyn nodded, keeping her movements fluid, keeping her voice calm.

“Good. Keep going. Breathe with every touch.”

Jada obeyed, exhaling deeply as she pushed the ball forward with more force, her body moving, but her mind slipping into the past.

“I hit the ground so fast, I couldn’t even think. But I saw them…my friends.” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t stop moving. “They were right there, and I couldn’t do anything. I just froze.”

Tears streamed down her face now, but she didn’t wipe them away. Sevyn motioned toward the goal, her nod firm yet encouraging. “Setupforashot,”shesaid,hervoicesteady,guiding.“Letthat weight out through the ball.”

Jada took a shaky breath, planting her foot, lining up her shot. She kicked—hard. The ball soared into the net, a perfect strike. But the force of it sent her stumbling forward, her hands bracing against her knees,her breath coming in sharp, uneven pulls.

Tears burned her eyes, but she didn’t wipe them away. Didn’t hide them.

“I wanted to run to them…” she whispered, voice breaking. “Butmy body wouldn’t move. I could hear screaming, but it felt like I wasn’t even there.”

Sevyn moved toward Jada carefully, lowering herself to her level. She reached out, threading her fingers gently through Jada’s curls, grounding her, guiding her through the storm of emotions threatening to pull her under.

“Your brain did what it thought it had to do to survive,” Sevyn murmured, her voice steady, soothing. “It froze because it thought moving was dangerous. But that doesn’t mean you weren’t strong.”

Jada shook her head quickly, her breathing growing rapid, uneven— teetering on the edge of panic.

“I don’t feel strong,” she admitted, her voice breaking, her chest rising and falling too fast.

Sevyn didn’t argue. She didn’t try to force words of reassurance down Jada’s throat.

Instead, she picked up the soccer ball, rolling it toward her. “Then let’s prove it wrong,” she said simply. “Let’s go again.” Jada hesitated, eyes flickering between Sevyn and the ball.

Then, slowly, she nodded. “Yeah… okay.”

Her voice was distant, unsure—but there was a flicker of something else this time. Something determined.

They reset, running through the drill again. This time, the ball moved with power. With purpose.

Each kick, each pass, carried a piece of the weight Jada had been holding onto. It wasn’t just a drill anymore—it was release. The tension in her shoulders slowly faded, her breath steadied, and for the first time in weeks, she felt in control.

Sevyn watched with a small, proud smile.

“You’re still here,” she said softly. “You’re still moving. And that’s strength.”

Jada looked up at her, chest rising and falling from exhaustion, sweat glistening on her skin—but her eyes…

Theyweren’tasheavyasbefore.Shefeltlighter.Becauseofthis.

Because of Sevyn.

Jada exhaled, a small, genuine smile forming on her lips. “Yeah… I guess it is.”

Sevyn’s body ached from the session, but her mind was even more exhausted.

Jadahadmadeprogresstoday,andforthat,shewasgrateful.Butthe weight of emotions she had tackled—the pain, the trauma—still clung to her like a second skin.

She was relieved that Jada had been her only client for the day. Now, all she wanted was a hot shower to wash away the sweat and lingering emotions before heading to Dorian’s shop for a much-needed nail appointment.

As she stepped into the house, the familiar silence wrapped around her. Braxton had said he’d be working late again. Lying ass. Because the moment she walked into their bedroom, everything in her froze.

Then boiled. Then exploded.

Braxton was in their bed. Naked. Giving hard backshots to the woman beneath him, his hands gripping her hips like she was his. But what sent Sevyn over the edge? Who he was fucking.

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