“It’s the weekend—what are you all doing here?” Terrence asked as he watched his parents take a seat on the sofa. Audrey, meanwhile, hadn’t been able to look at me properly since earlier. It was as if she wanted to say something, but kept holding herself back.

“Is it so wrong for us to visit?” his mother replied, sounding slightly offended but with a hint of playfulness. She still looked elegant even while pouting. Terrence’s father simply shrugged, as if to say, Don’t look ...