At my parents.
At my sister still standing in the doorway.
He didn’t shout.
He didn’t argue.
Instead, he walked to the car, opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a blue folder along with his phone. When he turned back, his expression was calm, but it was the kind of calm that made people step back without knowing why.
“No one moves,” he said quietly.
Even my mother hesitated.
“You’ve just made the biggest mistake of your lives.”
My father frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Mateo didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t need to.
