Chapter 1 - The Heavy Gloves On Green Grass
The heavy leather sparring gloves hit the dirt at the father's worn work boots with a dull, thudding shock.
Under the bright autumn sun at the Oak Ridge community park festival, hundreds of local spectators stood in a wide, tense circle.
Twenty-three-year-old Travis Kessler, shirtless, sweating, and wearing black-and-red kickboxing shorts with "KESSLER" stitched in gold across his waistband, pointed his black boxing glove directly at the quiet man's face.
"I'm going to drop you on your knees in front of your daughter!" Travis roared, his voice booming across the crowded grass as his entourage laughed and cheered behind him.
Sixteen-year-old Tessa huddled in her oversized grey hoodie, trembling as tears welled in her eyes. She reached for her father's sleeve, whispering desperately for him to run.
The forty-year-old father stood completely motionless in his olive-green work shirt and oil-stained jeans. His muscular frame remained steady, his short dark hair dusted with sawdust, his jaw lined with dark stubble.
Without taking his calm, intense eyes off Travis, the mechanic slowly unclipped the worn leather watch from his left wrist and pressed it into Tessa's shaking hand.
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"Step back, Tessa," the father said in a low, quiet voice.
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