After lunch, Mark and Kendra headed back to the office. The car ride was quieter than usual, a thick tension lingering in the air from their conversation. Every now and then, Mark caught Kendra glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, but neither of them addressed it.
When they arrived, Mark retreated to his office, sinking into his chair with a heavy sigh. He reached for his phone and saw a missed text from Rebecca.
Rebecca: Can you and or Kendra come home early? Grandma Marina is driving me insane.
Mark smirked slightly. He could only imagine what kind of chaos Marina was causing. He texted back.
Mark: How bad is it?
It didn’t take long for her response.
Rebecca: She’s reorganizing the entire kitchen and yelling at me in Spanish. I don’t even know what she’s saying, but I know
