drank it.
“I shouldn’t have let him move me,” she whispered.
“Mom, you have cancer. You are on chemotherapy. Managing Gabriel’s behavior is not your job.”
“He’s your husband.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to cause problems between you.”
“You didn’t.”
“He said the game was important.”
I stared at her.
“The game?”
She nodded.
“I didn’t want to be the reason for a fight.”
“You are never the reason for this fight.”
She looked tired.
“I’m not sure Gabriel sees it that way.”
“I know.”
When she finished the tea,
