The silence in the room felt different now.
Nathan sat on the edge of the soft rug, his little knees tucked to his chest as he stared at the photo Julio had just placed on the floor. It stood between them like a question too big for their age to answer.
Julio leaned forward, one hand braced against the carpet, the other pointing at the faces frozen in the picture frame. "Look," he whispered, his eyes narrowed, not in mischief this time but in actual focus. "That's Uncle Leonard… and Auntie Katherine."
Maya crept closer, her nightgown brushing the floor, her thick curls bouncing with every step. She sat beside Nathan and tilted her head, squinting at the image. Her brows furrowed. "They're wearing funny clothes."
Julio huffed. "It's not funny clothes, it's wedding clothes. Like my parents picture."
He pointed again, jabbing the glass with his finger. "See? Mom's dress was white too. And Dad wore that black suit. It's the same."
