"It was just a bit of holding his breath. He’s in the hospital, isn’t he? Didn’t your son say he was going to take over my championship? Let him continue practicing for me. Don’t make me lose face."
Her words hit me like a slap. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She had no remorse for what she’d done to our son, and to her, his life was just a game to her.
"I’ve already had someone send his favorite fruit cake. What else do you want? Don’t use these underhanded tactics. I’m busy preparing for the next competition. Don’t disturb me!"
I glanced at the cake lying on the floor. It was filled with mango. Lester had been allergic to mangoes since he was a child. The irony of it all was that Kendra claimed it was his favorite flavor.
As the nurse wheeled Lester’s lifeless body out, Kendra's father, who had been cursing just moments ago, suddenly went silent. He choked on his sobs and trembled as he pulled back the white cloth covering Lester’s face, nearly collapsing to the ground.