Elijah Vega.
I knock on my mother’s home office door and unsurprisingly—she’s in.
“Elijah?” she peeks up from her seat as I step inside.
“You haven’t been in this office since you were what… a teenager? Fighting with Rebekah over those stupid things—”
“You’re exaggerating, Mom. I was here six years ago.” I say, glancing around like I’ve never seen it before. Sydney snorts into her paperwork.
“I heard the rest of your siblings are at the exhibition. Surprising, considering last year Rodrigo was the only one responsible enough to show up.”
“Rebekah’s close friends with Paloma.” Sydney says. “She’s there to support.”
“Oh? Paloma?” Mom repeats, sounding genuinely surprised. She clearly didn’t know Paloma was involved.
That’s the reason I’m here. Paloma and I haven’t seen each other i
