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 us. It wasn’t her feelings that resisted; it was her mind. I only needed to push harder, and eventually, she would give in.
“Can’t a guy come and see his parents without having an agenda?”
Dad chuckled. “For most. Yes. But I know my kids. You don’t randomly pop up since you grew up to live alone. Marcel is worse, b
