Summary
While stitching up wounds at an underground boxing gym in the county, I saw the female fighter who had just won nineteen straight matches remove her mouthguard and reveal the same distinctive canine tooth as my older sister, who had been missing for three years. But everyone in town said she had run off with the money meant for my mother’s life-saving surgery. As she brushed past me, she left me with only one warning: “Don’t recognize me. Someone is going to die tonight.”