Matteo
The wanting made every solution feel like proof.
Alex walked out of the house with a Coke in his hand, greeting uncles, cousins, and neighbors as they arrived. He shook hands with the men, kissed the older women on the cheek, and kept moving as he directed another family toward the food.
Mariachi music rattled the windows while children chased one another between folding chairs. The yard smelled of charcoal, carne asada, and the tamales the women had spent half the day making. Every conversation competed with three others.
His gaze kept moving through the yard.
