The next day, at the dinner table, Stephan and Amelia sat opposite each other, their hands moist with expectation. They were planning to tell Stephan's parents the news together knowing that they needed to stand united

The sound of cutlery rattling against the plates filled the air as Stephan's parents were relishing their meal. Stephan had fidgety eye contact with Amelia and then cleared his throat. "Mom, Dad," he began hesitating slightly. We need to talk to you about something.”

Mrs Rodriguez stopped chewing with a wide-eyed expression. Mr Rodriguez put down his fork and looked at his son worriedly. "What is it, Stephan?" he asked, his voice a mixture...