Elena’s POV

Mrs. Song paused halfway through that provocative sentence, her mouth curving into a smile that everyone knew was fake. Her eyes slid toward my uncle and my mother.

My uncle’s hand was trembling as he held my mother’s. His face was calm only on the surface, but the shame underneath it was plain. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped. The memory of last night hung over him from what I could see. He was drunk with wine, confused, and humiliated. No one here would believe ...