Reformer

Elias sat on the edge of the leather platform, his hands trembling slightly. To anyone else, the Reformer was just a sleek frame of wood and steel—a high-end exercise machine. To him, it was a rack of penance. After the accident, his body had become a stranger, a collection of stiff hinges and dull aches.

The studio was silent, save for the rhythmic shush-shush of the carriage gliding over the rails. reformer

He lay back, feeling the headrest cradle his skull. He hooked his arches over the cold metal bar. Elias sat on the edge of the leather