Julia clasped the oval turquoise stone in her hand. She took a deep breath and made her way to the living room, where her father was nestled in his favorite chair with a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper spread before him like a map.
“Father,” she said gripping the turquoise.
He barely looked up.
“I don’t want to marry Tomas, I don’t love him.”
“It’s been decided. There’s nothing to discuss.”
“You mean YOU decided.”
Father continued to study the paper.
He barely noticed Julia leave the room. Tears swelled.
He never saw her again.