Kim’s mother, Huifen, set a cup of tea on the table opposite her. Her short, petite stature contrasted with her strong personality. Her father, Hu was of average height with salt-and-pepper hair. He sat at the table, too, with a stern expression on his face.
Her mother’s eyes pierced her own as if she was processing what Kim mentioned. “Why are you going to Patones? Does this have something to do with Manuel’s death?”
Kim knew if she explained the truth that her parents would push her to stay, and she didn’t want conflict over this. It was something she had to do, and so she would give them the partial truth. “I am seeing a friend of a friend.”
Her father clenched his hands. “What friend? All your friends live in Madrid, so why would you travel to Patones?”
She sighed. “It is not that
