[Christian Castillo]
I don’t leave Lily Knowles’s house even though she’s shut the door in my face. For some reason, my feet refuse to move and I oblige their reluctance. I sit on her porch, redialing Adelaide’s number for the umpteenth time—I know she’s not going to answer. It was as obvious as day, still, I tried calling. When the voice over the other end redirects my calls to the voicemail, I give in for the umpteenth time, “Hey baby, where are you? I miss you…” I say gruffly, “Please, call me.”
I’d never kneel before, and I’d never used please before. I was sure as hell not the one person to beg for anything in my life. However, it just had to take one woman to bring me to my knees and make me plead like my life depended on her existence. It did. Not because of the company. In fac
