Edgar approached Marcela with steps that were far too firm for someone claiming to be fine. His expression was closed off, hard, as though he had just swallowed something bitter.

“I’m going to say goodbye to Mr. Frederico and Grandma Olga,” he said quietly. “Then we’re leaving.”

Marcela narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, immediately sensing that something had happened.

Inside, however, she was loving every second of it.

She moved a little closer, searching his face.

“What happened?” she asked