“Yeah, sure. Anyway, do you want to play a game with me and Tío3?” I’m hit straight in the chest with a burst of anxiety. “Uh…” “Please!” He presses his hands together. “Well—” I choke on my reply. Rafa’s head tilts. Nico tugs on my hand. “Come on. We need another person since my dad doesn’t want to play with us.” Rafa ruffles Nico’s hair. “Only because Julian always wins.” Nico drags me toward the unopened Monopoly box waiting at the kitchen breakfast table while his dad returns to watching the game. My godson pulls out my chair like a gentleman and waits.
