POV: LORENZO
I wake up because I hear voices downstairs. Not normal morning voices with Mommy saying “good morning” and Daddy Adrián reading his newspaper. These voices are tense, like when Mommy talks to Isabella on the phone and uses that tone that means she’s angry but pretending she isn’t.
Leo is still asleep next to me, his astronomy book smashed against his face because he fell asleep reading again. Loretta is in her own room, probably dreaming about dancing or about having a dog that Mommy says maybe we can get if we behave well. But I’m awake and curious, so I sneak downstairs quietly, barefoot in my dinosaur pajamas, trying to understand what’s going on.
The kitchen is huge, all shiny and white with steel things that look expensive. Normally at this hour it’s just Mommy maki
