Chapter 26

• I think I’m in luck and it’s empty, but as I reach for the door handle, a head pops out of the water, and arms pinwheel in slow, deliberate strokes, legs kicking without making a splash, propelling the person forward. I watch as they reach the end and flip over onto their back. It’s a woman, based on the black one-piece meant for laps.
• I shake my head. “Don’t be a creeper.” I let go of the door handle and continued to the main gym.
• I hit the treadmill, running off the pent-up energy and the frustration over everything that happened that day.