It was a big year-high school entrance exams were looming, so Mrs. Cedillo was running a tight ship.

Naomi shot her husband a look. "You're up early."

Bruce started tripping over his words. "No, Naomi, really, it's not what you think. That was just the class president from when I was a student..."

Naomi raised an eyebrow. "After all these years, you still remember your class president? That's some memory. Must've been something special, huh?"

Bruce just stood there, at a loss.

Meanwhile, Mia and Molly watched like it was the season finale of their favorite show. The whole crew was craning their necks, not even caring that their muscles were starting to ache.

For once, all the Cedillo women—and even the family's old man were united against the Cedillo men. It was a rare sight.

Grandpa Cedillo heaved a dramatic sigh. "Life's gotten so boring. Mia, Molly, why don't you tell Naomi where you two disappeared to that night? Naomi, maybe you could use a little getaway yourself."

The girls exchanged glances. Why were they getting dragged into this now?

we've been married for decades. There's nothing going on. Please, just let me explain

stormed upstairs, and Bruce

the same time, suddenly remembering-they were still supposed to be

at their dad. Maybe just maybe-Dad never had these kinds

Hansen piped up. "Mia, let me tell you, when Andre

Andre coughed, shooting his dad a

tried again. "Your husband, back when he was

let's split up the parenting. I'll handle my

He scooped up his little wild one with one arm, grabbed Mia's hand with the

still hungry for gossip, called, "Dad,

kid? Dad!

elevator doors closed with a soft thud, cutting her

the living room, it was just the

Hansen, feeling pretty clever,

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