“Wow, all that for the word bad. I may get to the legal drinking age before this conversation is over.”
He gives me a look.
“Sorry, I’ll shut up now.”
“And so you know, I haven’t dated, not seriously, which is why bringing you to the house is such a big deal.” His elbow rests on the back of the driver seat, and he stares out the window as if searching for something. In this moment, he looks lost, and I get a glimmer of what the last four years of his life must’ve been like.
He swallows hard enough that his jaw flexes, and turns toward me. “I’ve never introduced anyone to the family. It’s a point of contention with Sanchez. He takes it as a sign that I don’t trust the family.”
“And do you?”
There’s a heavy silence as he searches for a way to answer me. “I trust them to a point. But re
