*Four Years Later*

*Elio*

I sat across from my parents, feeling a strange nervousness as my dad inspected the tax documents I’d brought. He had put me in charge of the business a while ago, but I wasn’t sure I would ever feel like I could live up to his expectations.

My mom smiled at me over her plate of spaghetti. She’d shown up with a bag of groceries and made the spaghetti just because she knew it was one of my favorites.

My parents ...