Sitting with my grandma in one of her hotel restaurants and sipping coffee will never be comfortable. She's giving me her famous prying look as if she's gauging me, weighing my worth in whatever puzzle she's playing with the family now. To be honest, it's exhausting not knowing where you stand with someone despite them telling you they value you.
That's why I decided to open a business in the shadows just in case she decides I'm no longer fit for her puzzle. I'm not a fucking chess piece. If she discards me then I'm coming back in the ring but on the other side—as her adversary.
"Heard Leilani and you are getting along quite well," she begins, crossing her legs and not taking her eyes off me.
The gym instructor. I knew that motherfucker was a spy.
