FORCED MARRIAGE
We stay there for thirty minutes before we return to Loren's room.
I was sitting Loren on her bed when someone knocked at the door. I open it, and Uncle Carlos is standing with an unknown expression.
"Uncle, is there something wrong?" He walked past me and went straight to Loren.
"Dad," Loren greeted, smiling.
"How old are you, Loren?"
"I'm twenty-five, Dad."
"Twenty-five? How could that be when you should be just twenty-three now?"
Jayson
I look at Uncle Carlos's wide eyes. I remember Ara's age should be twenty-three, and Loren is already twenty-five. A little doubt suddenly grows in my chest.