Chapter Thirty-Three

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 only 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.

“Fucking 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 loosened their grip and she came to stand in front of me.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” I asked her instead.

“Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll bring you some coffee and then you can tell me all abou