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She blinked. Then something crossed her face that was almost a laugh, except neither of us was anywhere near laughing.
“Thank you.”
“We should work on combinations next. Build on what you’ve got. Same time tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
She stood there for one more second. Looking at me with something behind her eyes that I couldn’t reach and wasn’t sure I could survive reaching. Then she turned and walked out of the gym.
I stood on the mat. Took in the low hum of the ventilation, the heavy punching bag motionless in my peripheral vision. Everything in this room exactly where it belonged, every piece of equipment accounted for, every variable in its proper place.
Except me. I had no idea where I belonged anymore.
