One year later…

Tiffany danced across the mat, her eyes locked on her instructor’s movements. Sweat beaded on her forehead, trickling down her temples as she ducked and weaved, her breath coming in quick, controlled bursts.

“Keep your guard up!” her instructor barked, launching a swift jab towards her face.

Tiffany pivoted, her arm snapping up to deflect the blow. She countered with a lightning-fast cross, connecting solidly with the mitt.

“Good! Now combination!”

Her muscles ...