The Missed Ending
Emmett, standing off to the side, let out a sigh and did not bother to clarify.
"My dad's never been fond of you. Couldn't you at least try to win him over?
"What did he even say that was wrong?"
The waiter thrust the piping hot water into my hands.
My fingers reddened with the burn.
Determined not to miss my next flight, I gritted my teeth against the heat and passed the cup to him in full view of the crowd.
"Mr. Stewart, enjoy your drink."
Marvin gave a satisfied grunt, took a sip, and then, without warning, doused me with it.