Epilogue
EMORY
The event center was packed, the noise obscenely loud. I had no idea a night of MMA fighting was something like a concert, with fancy lighting, blasting music and dramatic entrances. While I knew the basic rules of a fight—I couldn’t be an MMA coach’s girlfriend without knowing something—having Chris and Simon guide me through each match was a big help. Reed’s was the fight of the night, so it was last in the lineup. Needless to say, I was nervous. Nervous for Reed, even though he’d been training hard, and nervous for Gray.
Neither of them needed it based on what Chris had told me, but I couldn’t help it. Even with all the hours and hours of hard practices, it was still a fight, and I didn’t want Reed to get hurt. Perhaps it was the mother in me thinking it, but based on
