Instead of hiding in the bathroom and crying, I changed into shorts and a t-shirt so I could go into the home gym to take out my anger and frustration on the heavy punching bag.
Kickboxing had become a hobby that I enjoyed. I attended classes at Jayden’s gym at least three times a week. The instructor told me I had a natural talent for it.
Avoiding Victor, I went through the living room to get to the short hallway that led to Victor’s den and gym.
I flipped on the lights and gazed at my reflection in the mirrors lining the walls. The sour expression on my face made me cringe.
I began practicing leg work on the heavy bag, remembering the romantic dinner Victor had ready for me when I woke up.
I kicked the bag harder, wondering if I had been unreasonable.
He didn’t want me to quit coll
