My mother barely looked up. “We’re thinking about your future, Adam. People your age settle down all the time.”
“People… or people with the right last name?”
Dad’s lips tightened slightly. “We’ve introduced you to plenty of suitable women.”
“Suitable for what? Their fathers’ business deals? Their social circles? You can’t be serious.”
“This isn’t about that,” my mother sighed.
I set down my fork. “Then maybe you should just choose for me.”
“No one’s forcing you,” my father replied.
But we both knew the truth.
There was no real choice.
