Except for taking me to the amusement park.
No matter how many times I brought it up, he refused. Said a place like that was a waste of time.
So Chester Delgado could be silly and indulgent after all.
He just wasn't willing to be that way for me.
His message came through right then.
Use this time to think about what you did. I already apologized to Glenda on your behalf.
The doorbell rang. A courier stood outside with a dessert box Chester had sent over.
Compared to the ten-tier cake he'd ordered to welcome Glenda home,
this little cake was exactly how much space I took up in Chester Delgado's life—
Almost none.
Even the topping was mango. Glenda's favorite.
Chester knew I was allergic to mango. He'd always known. He just didn't care.
His idea of smoothing things over with me came wrapped in the same lazy indifference as everything else.
I threw the cake in the trash.
I'd just finished washing up and was about to sleep when frantic knocking erupted at the door.
Chester.
His face was caked with dust, his clothes streaked with blood.
The moment he saw me, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the elevator.