We go back to solving the puzzle and almost complete it when we get called for dinner. Colin runs out of the room, and I am left to clean up the cushions we piled on the ground to make it comfortable. I put the last pillow back and turn to leave when I see Carmen standing by the door. I furrow my brows, confused, as she watches me without saying a word.
“I’m going to dinner,” I announce and try to walk past her, but she stands firm, not moving.
“Excuse me, Car-Aunt Carmen.”
“Is he f*****g you?!” The words drop from her lips stun me. What is she asking me? My eyes go wide as she looks at me from head to toe.
“No,” I say, realizing she is serious and wants an answer.
“Good. Though I imagine it’s only a matter of time. You are, after all, your mother’s daughter, and she was a
