"What's wrong, Nomi?"
Gone was every trace of the cold hostility he'd just shown me. The moment he spoke, his voice was gentle. Concerned.
I could hear muffled whimpering on the other end. Leonard sat up straight, tension pulling his shoulders tight.
"Okay. I'm coming right now."
He hung up and unlocked the doors.
"Naomi's apartment is flooding. I need to get over there."
"Take a cab home."
He spun the wheel and made a U-turn. "The surgery's settled. Quit with the act."
"Gone is gone. I mean, come on—what do you think tits are for? They're for men."
"*I* don't even mind you not having them. So what's your problem?"
Something detonated inside my skull.
Before I could get a word out, he'd already unbuckled my seatbelt and shoved me out of the car.
Dust kicked up behind the tires as he pulled away. I stood there on the roadside, unable to come back to myself for a long, long time.
Eight years. And maybe I was only now seeing who Leonard Delgado actually was.
Even the sky seemed to be in on it. I hadn't walked ten steps before the rain came down in sheets.