It was really long.
By the time we were near the front, I was exhausted.
I had slept maybe four hours.
Dad was talking to me about something involving one of my cousins.
They had a property dispute that had apparently become the most important legal matter in southern Europe.
We were speaking Spanish.
We always speak Spanish together.
I grew up switching between languages depending on who I was talking to.
With my dad, Spanish just comes out.
I don’t think about it.
We were maybe six or seven people from the front when my phone rang.
It was my mom.
Dad took the phone first.
Then handed it to me.
While I turned slightly away to answer her, a man standing behind us stepped forward.
Not accidentally.
Not because the line moved.
He looked at me, waited until I turned, and then walked directly in front of me.
