The following week settles into a routine, and it's as if I can breathe again. There are only four weeks until the fight, and Jeremiah has me training nonstop to make up for lost time, beginning with drills and weights before moving into the ring. Jenson even comes over a few times to give me some pointers before hurrying out the door.
Our classes continue into the first few days of spring break. While Jane, the twins, and the others are at the beach every day, I'm in the gym with Jeremiah, determined as ever to win this fight.
I stand in the ring opposite him, feet slightly apart, hands to my face. My heart begins to pound in the seconds before we begin sparring, and I lose track of time. Everything revolves around me and him, him and me.
I'll be ready the moment he swings. My body
