A few days later, Thorn was sitting at the kitchen table going over job listings. He rested his head in his hand. “This is unbelievable. There is nothing I’m qualified for.”

Caly’s mother Darla, and Gia walked into the kitchen to start dinner. It was their typical family dinner night, and Caly hadn’t made it home from work yet.

“How’s it going, Thorn. Having trouble with the job search?”

“Yes, Mrs. Fae. I don’t even know what I’m doing right now.”

“Call me mom. Aren’t you a celebrity fighter or something like that? Can’t you get some product endorsement deal or something?” She sat down next to him, looking over...