It was the reception we couldn’t afford.
“What is this?” Enzo said.
The woman in the navy coat stepped out from the corner.
“Hello, Enzo.”
He went completely still. When he spoke, his voice was flat and cold in a way I’d never heard before.
“Grandma.”
I looked between them. I knew Enzo had family he didn’t talk to. I just hadn’t known one of them could walk into a burger joint and build a wedding out of thin air.
“Why are you here?” he asked. “Why didn’t you call first?”
“Because you wouldn’t have answered,” she said. “Your brother told me about the courthouse. He told me you’d come here afterward. He mentioned that you’d borrowed his jacket.” She paused. “I didn’t want my grandson’s wedding day to be a milkshake and nothing else. I wanted to celebrate you properly.”
Enzo’s jaw was tight. I could feel him getting ready to walk out.
