Ten minutes later my phone rang. It was Reed’s number. I wanted to answer it. I wanted to talk to him, to hear his voice. I wanted to make him laugh, I wanted to touch him like the other people had touched him. I wanted to tell him how proud I was of him for winning today, and I wanted more than anything to have our non-date tonight. But I’d had a sharp reality check today, and my heart was hurting, and my ego was in a dark corner somewhere, licking its wounds.
