Chapter 1

"Hey. Delivery guy. What are you staring at? Keep looking in there and I'll take your eyes out for you.

"Do you have any idea what kind of people are inside? You think somebody like you gets to look at them?"

The security guard was built like a loading dock, and he planted himself square in front of me to block my view into the Gilded Ivy Club.

I drew a slow breath. My chest felt like something had punched a hole straight through it and left it bleeding.

I was still dazed when his hand came around and cracked across my face.

"I'm talking to you. Are you deaf? I said stop looking. One of the VIPs in there notices you, they'll bury you and nobody will ever ask where you went."

My cheek swelled fast and tight, and the pain made me suck air through my teeth.

But the pain also told me that what I'd just seen inside was real.

The guard kept his eyes on me, waiting for a reason to hit me again.

The younger man I used to be would have swung back, just to feel like a person again.

But after ten years of pouring every cent my family had into Vivian's treatment, I'd learned how to swallow it.

"Sir, please, just let me through for one minute. Someone inside placed a rush order, and if I don't hand it off now the job times out."

The guard folded his arms, looked me up and down, and laughed through his nose.

"Sure. We check assets at the door. You got eight figures in the bank?"

My face went white. Forget eight figures. These days I thought twice before I spent eight dollars.

But the image of Vivian throwing money around inside that club kept turning over in my head.

So she'd had that kind of money the whole time. A fraction of it would have given my family a completely different life.

And she'd said nothing, year after year, and watched us sink.

My phone flashed red. If I missed the handoff window, the penalty would eat everything I'd earned that day.

Sweat ran down my forehead, and I got desperate enough to call Vivian.

She'd bought out the whole club tonight. One word from her and I'd be through that door.

"Julian, what are you talking about? I'm not at any club. I'm working late at the office.

"Finish your route and remember to pick up my medicine. The pain's starting again."

Every conversation with Vivian circled back to her medicine. I'd gone numb to it.

Right then the club stirred, and guests started filing out.

I heard people complaining that Vivian had ordered the floor cleared so it would be just her and her boyfriend.

Something turned over in my chest. My call had spooked her.

And at that exact moment, Vivian's young boyfriend came out the door and snatched the package out of my hands.

"What took you so long? We almost missed our window."

He tore it open right there in front of everyone, and what was inside made my eyelid jump.