As we start walking again, I ask, "How’d you two meet?"

"Funny story." Levi smiles. "We met at therapy. He was there because he couldn't control his temper. I was there... well, you know why.."

I nod.

"He was already a gym instructor, and that seemed to make him more violent. He beat up someone, so court-ordered therapy instead of jail time."

I gasp. "Why?"

Levi chuckles. "In his words, he didn't want to sit in an office to talk about his feelings. But he had to do that because of his daughter. I'm sure he'd have taken the six months in jail over therapy. But he compromised for the...