I circled my opponent in the ring, fists up, eyes focused. The fight was helping me release some anger, and the prize was an added bonus…But then I saw you in the crowd. What the hell are you doing here?

My mind raced with questions, none of which I knew the answer to. Is she here for the fight? To see me? Both options would anger me. Was she here to see my opponent? That would make me even more furious.