I go straight to the gym. The urge to drive home and check on Layla nearly has me turning the car around.

I arrive at the gym and get my pre-packed gym bag out of the trunk. Like always, the gym is empty, and Rex is in his office. I knock on the glass, and he raises his head. I open the door, but I don’t enter.

"When I fought in that competition in Inishmore, was that in January?" I ask.

Rex squeezes the bridge of his nose before folding his arms ...