“How did you even do this?” I asked.
He shifted nervously in the doorway. “I posted the guitar online. Mr. Keller from church bought it.”
I blinked in disbelief. “You sold an expensive guitar to a grown man from church without telling me?”
“He asked if I was sure like… four times, Mom.”
“Alejandro…”
“I was sure, Mom. I still am.”
I pressed my fingers to my forehead. My son was so earnest it made me want to cry and lecture him at the same time. “Why didn’t you come to me first?”
He looked miserable now. “Because if I told you, you’d want to figure out a grown-up way. Elena couldn’t wait. She needed it now.”
That landed hard because he was right. I was practical by nature. I made lists, stretched grocery money, and compared prices across town. My son had skipped all that and gone straight to sacrifice.
