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Whatever.
“Who—” I can’t finish the sentence.
“Keep scrolling.”
I do. The article is—extensive. Anonymous sources from the hockey team. Details about our living arrangement. Quotes from “concerned students” about appropriate conduct.
And at the bottom: Story continues: Medical student’s unconventional relationship raises questions about professional ethics
My stomach turns over.
“They’re connecting it to my med school applications.”
“Yeah.”
I keep scrolling. Twitter is worse. So much worse.
@CrestmontDaily: BREAKING: Captain Grant Wilder confirmed in relationship with THREE teammates and one female student
@HockeyNation: Is this what college athletics has come to? Disgraceful.
@Student4567: Good for them tbh. Let people love who they want
@CrestmontAlum82: This is why we can’t have nice things. Wilder should lose his captaincy.
It goes on. And on. And on.
“I need to call them.” I’m already dialing Grant’s number with shaking hands.
It goes to voicemail.
I try Wyatt. Voicemail.
Jordie. Voicemail.
“They’re not answering.”
“They’re probably getting the same treatment you are.” Teddy’s scrolling on his own phone now. “This is—this is national, Ellie. Sports blogs are picking it up. There’s already a think piece on ESPN about polyamory in college athletics.”
I’m gonna be sick.
My phone rings. Unknown number.
I answer without thinking. “Hello?”
“Miss Hart? This is Dr. Patricia Choi from Johns Hopkins School of Medicine.”
My heart stops.
“We’ve become aware of some—circumstances—regarding your personal life that have recently become public.”
“Dr. Choi, I can explain—”
“I’m calling to inform you that we’re rescinding your interview invitation.”
The world tilts.
“What?”
