Michaela's POV
Over the next three days I learn that apparently Monday and Tuesday weren't busy days... they're the norm.
Meetings, training sessions, debriefs, driving here there and everywhere only to end the day with meals that are disguised as dinner but are actually informing meetings with different warriors every night. My brain is begging for reprieve and school... well I haven't even opened my lap top this week.
Wes strides beside me, leading the way back to our rooms and it irks me that all of this... this whole week has been his life.
"How long has it been like this?" I voice the question without thought.
Wes gives me a confused glance, prompting a follow-up question. "The meetings, the training...?".
"Oh" Wes says, now catching on.
"Ummmm, well training has always been
