My Daughter’s MMA Boyfriend Put Her in the ER—When I Walked Into His Gym, He Had No Idea Who Her Father Really Was

Then Eleanor said:

“Julian.”

“What?”

“Do not go looking for Dustin.”

I should have listened.

Instead, I drove to Titan’s Forge.

The gym smelled like rubber mats, disinfectant, old sweat, and metal.

Dustin was standing near the training cage with his coach and several fighters.