My eyes went red in an instant.

"Dad, does your back hurt?"

My father let out two quick laughs. "It doesn't hurt, don't worry, not even a little."

But the next second, someone on the other end of the line snapped impatiently:

"Hey, old man, can you not block the aisle?"

My mother hurried to smooth it over.

"Sorry, so sorry, his back's bad, he's a little slow."

My grip on the phone tightened, little by little.

I could almost picture them.

My father, one hand braced on a seat, unable to straighten his back.

My mother shielding the luggage with one arm while apologizing to a stranger with the other.

They'd never once flown in their lives.

Yet before this trip, they'd been as excited as two children.

Half a month ago, I'd gone home to get our household papers.

My father was standing in front of the mirror, trying on a suit.

He'd saved a month's pay to buy it, said he couldn't embarrass me at the wedding.

The cuffs ran an inch too long, and the shoulders didn't fit right.

But he still smiled and asked me:

"Sweetheart, going to the resort island like this, will I make you lose face?"

My mother packed the dried fish, the pickled radish, and the homemade peanut brittle into the suitcase, bag by bag.

"It's the first time meeting all those relatives on the in-laws' side. We can't show up empty-handed."

"Your husband's good to you, so we have to mind our manners too."

Back then I'd laughed at how seriously they took it.

I told them, "Karl's got it all arranged. You two just follow me."

When my mother heard that, her eyes lit up.

The next day she told everyone she met:

"My daughter's getting married on a resort island."

"Her husband-to-be's flying us out there."

But now.

They hadn't gotten on the plane.

They didn't even have a boarding pass to their name.

On the other end of the line, my mother was still gingerly coaxing me.

On the phone, she was still trying to calm me down.

"Alice, don't be upset."

"Your husband's work keeps him busy. Arranging for all these people isn't easy."

"Us two old folks taking the train, we can even save a little money."

I closed my eyes for a moment.

"Mom, get off the train."

"This wedding, I'm calling it off."

My mother was terrified.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Your dad and I are perfectly fine on the train. Don't be stubborn."

But I couldn't listen anymore.

I hung up and turned to leave.

Karl grabbed my arm.

"Where are you going?"

"To pick up my parents."

His face darkened.

"We're boarding any minute. If you leave, what happens to the wedding?"

I looked at him.

"My parents won't even be there. What wedding is there to hold?"

Nellie's mother gave a soft little cough.

Karl let go of me at once, turning to drape his coat over her shoulders.

"Ma'am, is the air conditioning too cold for you?"

The motion was practiced and attentive.

I stood where I was, and suddenly even confronting him felt pointless.

So it turned out he knew the elderly were frail and shouldn't be put through hardship.

He knew, too, that older folks needed looking after.

It was only that all this thoughtfulness.

Had never once been spared for my parents.

Karl turned back, his tone short.

"Alice, stop making a scene."

"I've already arranged things for your parents."

I gently pulled my hand free.

A thirty-some-hour economy coach seat ticket.

A route that meant transferring to a bus and then a boat.

And my parents, the whole way, gingerly covering for him to save his face.

This was his arrangement.

I was just about to leave the airport when my phone rang again.

My mother, still.

This time, her voice was even more panicked than before.

"Alice... it looks like we can't take the train."

My heart sank hard.

"What do you mean, you can't take the train?"

It was loud on the other end, an attendant's impatient voice cutting through.

My mother dropped her voice, like she was afraid someone might hear.

"They said the tickets are wrong."

"They said these are yesterday's tickets, no good for today."

"They've already made us get off."

A sharp ringing went through my head.

Karl had said he'd taken care of everything.

So this was what "taken care of" meant. He'd bought my parents two expired coach seat tickets.

I gripped the phone tighter.

"Mom, where are you right now?"

My mother said in a rush,

"Alice, don't blame Karl."

"He's got so many people to arrange. A mix-up in all that chaos is only normal."

Beside her, I heard my father trying to hold back a cough.

"We'll just wait here at the station for a bit."

"It's no trouble."

"Don't let it hold up your boarding."

They'd been thrown off the train.

Left standing in an unfamiliar train station.

And still they were making excuses for Karl.

My eyes stung with heat as I turned to look at him.

"You bought my parents yesterday's tickets?"

Karl's expression shifted, just slightly.

"What?"

I held the phone up in front of his face.

"They got kicked off the train."

"This is what you call taken care of?"

At last Karl's brow furrowed.

It was as though he was only now realizing this might actually be a problem. He frowned.

"The assistant probably made a mistake when booking the tickets."

"Don't get worked up just yet."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"I'll have my assistant go pick up your parents."

"We won't fly today after all."

"I'll rebook us all to leave together tomorrow."

He said it quickly, his tone softening a little.

Like he was managing some sudden incident.

But as I watched him, something in me kept turning colder.

If I hadn't kept pressing him.

If my mother hadn't called.

Would my parents have been left at that train station, clutching their luggage, waiting until dark?

That was when Nellie came over, her eyes red.

"It's all my fault."

"If my relatives hadn't added people at the last minute, your parents wouldn't have lost their plane tickets."

She said it, and her voice dropped lower still.

"But it's my parents' first time traveling so far, and I was scared there'd be no one to look after them."

Karl looked at her at once.

"How is any of this your fault?"

"Stop taking everything on yourself."

Watching the way he shielded Nellie, I suddenly felt the whole thing was absurd.

My parents had been bought the wrong tickets and thrown off the train.

His first reaction was that it was a nuisance.

Nellie's eyes went red.

And he was instantly aching for her, as if she'd suffered some terrible wrong.

A little over half an hour later, the assistant brought my parents to the airport.

The moment my mother saw me, she hurried to hide the plastic bag in her hand behind her back.

Inside was the peanut brittle she'd prepared to bring to the island.

It must have gotten crushed in the crowd back on the platform. The bag had split open, some of the brittle broken to pieces, sticking to the clear plastic.

My father had a hand pressed to his lower back, his face frighteningly pale.

Yet when he saw Karl, the first words out of his mouth were,

"Karl, sorry for the trouble we've caused you."

"It was the two of us, we didn't read the tickets right."

My nose prickled.

"Dad."

But Karl only glanced down at his watch.

"At least it didn't hold us up too long."

My mother held out that broken plastic bag, smiling carefully.

"Karl, this is peanut brittle I made myself."

"And a little dried fish too, for your parents."

"It's my first time meeting all those relatives of yours. I couldn't show up empty-handed."

Karl glanced down at it.

His brow knit almost on reflex.

"Ma'am, the island hotel provides set meals for everyone."

"These strong-smelling things, just don't bring them onto the island."

“The wedding's going for an understated-luxury look. Bringing this stuff really isn't appropriate.”

My mom's hand froze in midair.

The smile on her face faded, bit by bit, then she forced it back up.

“Oh. Right.”

“I just don't know any better.”

She hurried to pull the bag back, hiding it behind her.

“Then I won't bring it. I don't want to be any trouble for you.”

My throat felt stuffed with a wad of cotton, aching so much I couldn't speak.

On the other side, Nellie's mother gave another two soft little coughs.

Karl went straight over to steady her.

“Ma'am, sit down first.”

“Did you not eat anything this morning?”

He turned and sent his assistant off to buy hot porridge, then pushed her luggage off to the side with his own hands.

Gentle. Patient. Attentive.

A completely different man from the one who'd been so cold to my parents a moment ago.

That was when Nellie's Aunt Carla let out a low laugh.

“Old folks who've never flown before, of course they get nervous.”

“And bringing these country knickknacks, really, it doesn't suit an island wedding at all.”

My mom heard it.

She clutched the bag in her hands, her head dropping even lower.

“It's our fault, we don't get out much. We've made a mess for everyone.”

Karl acted like he hadn't caught the humiliation in my mom's words. He only glanced at the car parked outside.

“Nellie's got a lot of relatives.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Donaldson, why don't you ride in the van behind.”

I looked outside.

The car behind, the back was piled full of suitcases.

One look and you could tell it was the staff van.

My voice went cold.

“My dad's back is bad. You're putting him in the luggage van?”

Karl's brow furrowed.

“Alice, can you not make everything sound so ugly?”

“There's just a little extra luggage in the car.”

“We'll be on the island tomorrow. Do you really have to nitpick about this now?”

I looked at him.

In that moment, I suddenly understood.

Karl hadn't forgotten to respect my parents.

He had simply never thought they were worth respecting.

My mom hurriedly grabbed my hand.

“Alice, stop. Don't say anymore.”

“Your dad and I can sit anywhere. The wedding's what matters.”

The wedding's what matters.

Even now, they were still afraid of holding up my wedding.

But I looked at my dad's pale face, looked at my mom clutching that bag of crumbled peanut brittle, and the last bit of hope in my heart finally went out, little by little.

I didn't argue anymore.

I just walked my parents to the hotel beside the airport.

My dad apologized the whole way.

“Alice, I'm really fine.”

“Back there, did I make things hard for your husband-to-be?”

My mom was still clutching that bag of broken peanut brittle, and said quietly:

“Maybe we just shouldn't bring this stuff.”

“Don't let his family laugh at you.”

I watched how flustered they looked, my nose stinging hard.

They hadn't done a single thing wrong.

Yet they looked like two people who'd committed some crime.

After we got into the room, I told them to rest first.

Then I took out my phone and canceled the original flight to the island.

I bought three new tickets to Northport instead.

Once the tickets were booked, I messaged the wedding planners.

“The wedding is canceled.”

They called back quickly, their tone startled.

“Ms. Donaldson, the wedding is tomorrow. Are you sure?”

I looked at my parents, already so exhausted they'd fallen asleep on the bed, and my voice was very soft “I'm sure.”

At ten that night, Karl came back.

When he pushed the door open and walked in, his face didn't look good.

Probably because the scene at the airport today had soured things and upset Nellie's whole family.

He stood in the doorway, looking at me.

“Alice, tomorrow everyone flies together.”

“And quit putting on that sour face.”

He paused, then added: