Relatives? I stared at her in confusion. Most of her relatives had already severed ties with us, and mine had long been out of the picture.
A strange unease crept into my chest, coiling tighter with each passing second.
No, it couldn’t be. She had just said yesterday that the white guy wouldn’t be coming to the U.S.
She promised she wouldn’t stir up our lives.
Watching Reese bustle around, light on her feet and humming softly, I asked, my voice laced with doubt, "Reese, who’s coming over?"
She froze for a beat as if only just remembering I was still there. Then, with an awkward smile, she walked over and spoke in a soft, careful tone.
"Matteo, I’m sorry. Evander suddenly decided to come with the kids last night. He only told me after boarding the plane. I couldn’t stop him."
"You know how he is, impulsive and emotional. Don’t be mad, okay?"
She slipped her arm around me, her touch light as she patted my back.
"Don’t worry. They’ll only stay a couple of days. I’ll send him back right away, alright?"
"Don’t be upset. I’ve got so much to prepare, rooms, supplies for the kids, so many things..."