I had arrived back in Princeton just after midnight, but I was too worked up to sleep. I was in the gym working my frustrations out on the boxing bag with my bare fists. I had pulled my shirt off as I started laying into that bag. I hadn’t even noticed the tears that were running freely down my face as Felix’s image kept intruding on my thoughts.
“F&cking bastards,” I said in anger as I kept punching that bag.
“Who?” Megan asked behind me. I stopped punching the bag, but I didn’t turn around to look at her.
“People,” I said softly.
She walked right up to me and hugged me from behind, pressing herself against my sweaty back as her arms encircled me. I rested my head against the boxing bag as I tried to clear my mind from all the overwhelming emotions.
“Talk to me,” she said as her arms
