Chapter 133
- The diner Colton led me to wasn’t far. It was a small corner place with cracked vinyl booths and the faint smell of coffee and fries. The noise of the arcade was still echoing in my ears when we sat down across from each other, menus mostly forgotten.
- “Okay,” Colton said, leaning back with his arms folded. “Be honest. You had fun.”
- I pretended to think about it. “I survived.”