What?”
He glanced around the crowded kitchen.
“He said a house should protect the family.”
“And?”
Dad smiled.
“A family has to protect the house too.”
Luis raised an eyebrow.
“That sounds suspiciously sentimental.”
Dad pointed toward the door.
“You can leave.”
“No.”
“Then be quiet.”
“No.”
Mom shook her head.
Forty years apart, and they had already rediscovered the rhythm of brothers.
I looked around the table.
At Derek, who had learned that fixing a mistake required confession before repayment.
At Veronica, who had learned care stopped being care
