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The gym air was thick with the scent of sweat and worn leather, a familiar perfume I knew by heart. Yellowish light from the fluorescent bulbs stretched long shadows across the rubber flooring, the rhythmic thud of heavy bags echoing off the walls. This was my second home, but something in the atmosphere felt different tonight. Your father was more animated than usual, a glint in his eyes I couldn't quite read. When I stepped into the training space, I saw her. Sitting on a bench near the ring, dark green hoodie, leggings, a messy ponytail that looked effortlessly perfect. She had a presence that filled the room, and I couldn't look away. Your father gave me a friendly clap on the shoulder, pulling me closer. 'Miguel, this is my daughter.' He said it, and I felt the weight of the words. I…