MARION

“Son. What do I owe this pleasure?” Dad greeted me, looking up from the newspaper he was reading. “You just missed your mother. She went to run some errands.”

After dropping Demetria at Anastasia’s, I drove straight to my parents’ house. I understand Spanish, but I wanted to ask her whether the person on the phone was truly her father. I’m possessive like that; had it been an ex, it would’ve been a different story. The last two nights felt like a turning point between ...