Elena calls on a Tuesday morning, voice trembling with an emotion I can't immediately identify.
"Dad, Mom, I need to tell you something," she says, Marcus visible beside her on the video screen, both of them radiating nervous excitement.
"You're scaring me," Talia says, gripping my hand tightly as we wait for whatever news is coming.
"I'm pregnant," Elena announces, and the words land with pure joy rather than the worry her initial tone suggested.
Talia bursts into tears immediately, genuine happiness overwhelming any composure she might have attempted to maintain.
"That's incredible," I say, my own voice thick with emotion I hadn't fully anticipated. "When?"
"Due in October," Elena confirms, Marcus wrapping his arm around her shoulders with obvious pride.
We spend the following hou
