|Javier|
“I still can’t believe you’re already married, Vier! You didn’t even tell us—didn’t even invite your own mother and father to the wedding!” my mother exclaimed the moment we stepped through the front door. Her voice was high with disbelief, but underneath it was something softer—disappointment.
Katherine hadn’t come in with us yet. She was still outside, mid-conversation on a phone call that sounded urgent from the tone of her voice. The rest of us—my parents and I—entered the house in silence thick with questions.
Mom led the way to the living area, her footsteps brisk and full of energy that came more from emotion than excitement. My father followed behind her at a slower pace, his hands tucked into his pockets, watching quietly.
I didn’t sit. Instead, I remained standing be
