Chapter 14How f*****g dare he mess with my emotions at the World Championships of swimming only a year before the Olympics? How dare he play with me like that? If he’d really had some great epiphany, why hadn’t he shared it days, weeks, or months ago? He knew my phone number, my e-mail address…He knew how to find me on motherfucking Grindr, under the joke account, still active as far as I knew, that we had set up one horny night under a fake handle with a picture of his asshole taken in the bathroom, my d**k captured under the covers, and a full-body Photoshopped image using porn stars and Coach Keller’s face from his online yearbook circa 1983. For that matter, Mathias f*****g knew where I lived and could afford a first-class ticket anytime.
“Reed.” He came after me, following me as I he
