Marco cleared his throat. “Are you coming?” he asked me. “Or are you going to ditch your family for him again?”
I stood up quickly. “That’s not fair, Marco,” I said angrily. I looked over at my parents. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked them.
They looked at each other and back to me. “You’re an adult,” my mom said quietly. “You keep saying that over and over. What do you want us to say?”
I think that stung worse than if they’d reprimanded me in front of Trenton. It always bothered me when they didn’t say anything. It was a sure sign that they were angry with me. I glanced over at my stony faced brother. “Maybe I’ll come later.”
He frowned. “Don’t bother. We don’t need you.”
“Marco,” Papa said quietly.
My brother didn’t say anything else. He moved around the table and kissed
