I had spent five years in the bantamweight ranks.

I knew what a man looked like when he was trying to move me where he wanted me.

At home that evening, I set the black leather ledger on the kitchen table.

David ran water from the tap and put the glass by my elbow.

The small velvet box on the shelf above the sink was open.

The brass medal from 2016 wasn’t in it.

I had stopped looking for that medal two apartments ago.