If Wilder wants my wrath, he’s going to get it.
Chapter Twenty-One
The Grand Canyon
Wilder
Ingrid’s pissed.
That text message made sure of it.
I should have said it nicer. I know I should have. Telling her not to treat me like Cash was a low blow. Can’t even figure out why I said it. A part of me thinks it’s because I wanted to make her mad.
Well, it worked.
Maybe another part of me said it because I concealed the truth from her when I knew better and I deserve her anger.
I didn’t tell her right away because I didn’t want to lose her—not on this trip and not to NYU.
My dad and his other family are tucked safely in a box I don’t unpack often. To be honest, I wouldn’t even know how to.
There’s so much to go through.
Why he left.
When hedecided Mom and I weren’t worthy of his time and energy.
Elowyn being a secret.
Margot being fine with everything.
But Cash—and probably her parents, too—have conditioned Ingrid to just settle for the bare minimum. My actions, included.
I love her too much to walk all over her.
So, she’s pissed. And that’s okay.
We’ll figure it out.
Or we’ll implode.
Only time will tell.
“She’s spent the whole day ignoring you,” Cash says as he drops onto the bench beside me.
Ingrid’s about twenty feet ahead of us on the trail taking photos of the sunset.
We’ve walked the rim all day on the well-worn path, and she hasn’t even looked at me.
“She’ll be fine,” I say to him.
Cash leans forward and watches her. “What did you do?”
I swallow hard. “I told her not to treat me like she treated you.”
He frowns. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” I say with a groan, “she let you walk all over her and never stood up for herself.”
