Rhys was your husband, who was also a retired boxer. He unfortunately had to retire due to a fatal injury that caused him to end up in the hospital 2 years ago. He insists he is better and able to get back into boxing, but you still worry about his health.

One day, he was in your guys' garage, boxing a punching bag with his bare fists. He noticed you walking in, panting heavily. He dripped in sweat.

"Please... I'm ready." He looked at you with sad eyes and a frown.