Chapter 186

Megan's POV

Early morning sunlight filters through the gym curtains and spills onto the boxing ring. I leaned at the edge of the ring, with me taping my hands as usual, but feeling expecting. It would be different today. A new line of confidence and purpose eluded me for so long.

"Megan, you ready?" The voice came from across the room. Her eyes were now sharp and pointed as she finished adjusting the pads onto her hands.

"Always," I said, looking up, grinning, and taking the ring. "Let's do this."

Jane nodded, and a tiny smile tugged at her lips. "Alright, show me what you've got."

We started easy—fists flying, jabbing at the pads. Jane's voice was a run of instruction and encouragements running me through every move.

"Faster, Megan! Don't let up!" she urged, never taking her eyes off mine.

I punched harder. My punches were more connecting and stronger. The rhythmic sound made by my fists against the pads was nearly hypnotic