CHAPTER 6
EMMA
It was hard to contain the joy flowing through me as Reagan drove us to Fightanium, the grandest gym in all of California. I knew the owners well. Fightanium was created seven years ago by none other than my father, my uncle Camden, Paxton Emerson, and Matt Reynolds; they were partners. Not only was it a state-of-the-art gym where anyone could join, but it was built to focus on MMA fighting, to aspire young fighters who wanted to learn more about the sport. My dad and the others set aside special training time each week to help train those who wanted to compete. The waiting list was ten million miles long a few years ago, so I could only imagine what it was like now.
We were almost to the gym, and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “I never thought I’d miss this place t
