My Sister's Fiance
The scream split the air, high-pitched, dramatic, with a tiny accent that mixed English and a hint of Spanish at the edges.
I closed my eyes for half a second. Inhale.
Exhale.
“I’m not MAX, I’m KING MAX, Dumbo!” another voice shot back, deeper but just as loud.
I glanced toward the open-plan living room. On the expensive wooden floor, two small creatures with chubby cheeks and the energy of a nuclear device were sprinting around.
Maxime Rafaello Gómez was four, with messy black hair, bright summer-ocean blue eyes, and a dinosaur hoodie I was pretty sure had been clean yesterday. There was a marker stain on the shoulder now.
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