Finally home. Mi familia had met both Jessica and I at the airport, big sign in hand, everyone accounted for except mi abuela who was still recovering from a recent cold. Jessica was still severely hungover even though I had spent the whole day prior holding her hair and nursing her back to health with toast and water with electrolytes.
She swore she'd never drink again, but I knew her better than that. She didn't even remember the encounter with Claude. That was fine. That meant that I didn't have to explain my horrible rejection from Rowan.
Cooking in mi mama's kitchen was enough to distract me. I missed her home cooking and I missed how we always bond over the tedious process of making a wonderful homecooked meal. Everything mi mama made was formed with love. You could taste it in e
