My Husband Put My Sick Mother on an Air Mattress and Said He Made the Rules, but What I Did Next Changed Everything

sitting on the bed. Danny occupied the chair I had placed by the window for Mom. Beer and snacks were scattered around them while a football game played loudly on the television.

Gabriel went pale when he saw me.

“Honey. I didn’t know you were coming home early.”

I looked around once.

“Where is my mother?”

He hesitated.

“My brother came over, and we wanted to watch the game in here because there’s a television.”

“Where is my mother, Gabriel?”

“I moved her downstairs.”

I stared at him.

“The basement?”