#Chapter 122: Mixed messages

            “Spooky…”

            Evan was leading me through the boxing gym. It was bigger than I expected.

It was a long, narrow building with a single room that just went on and on, with tons of equipment stations, punching bags, and full-size boxing rings.

            “Why?” Evan asked. “Cuz it’s empty? You’re the one who wanted privacy.”

            The sarcastic tone that Evan used kind of stung.

We’d talked about why I didn’t want to be in a crowd… It wasn’t that I wanted privacy. I just had to be careful about my safety, now I was a public figure.