Parker's tapping fingers paused. Chester glanced at him from underneath his brows. Seeing that he wasn't being interrupted, he continued.
"Parker, I've always had pretty good luck. Before the apocalypse, I even won the lottery before. After the apocalypse, I escaped death more than once. Last time, seven or eight people cornered me, and I still managed to find a way out."
He let out a bitter laugh. "But today, it felt like every bit of bad luck in my life came crashing down at once. Like…"
He trailed off.
"Like what?" Parker asked.
Chester hesitated before finally saying it. "Like something was protecting that woman. Keeping us from getting close to her."
The living room fell silent for several seconds. Vanessa stood nearby, fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.
Listening to Chester's words, complicated emotions churned inside her. She didn't think any of this was luck. She knew Wendy's secrets far better than Chester did.
