“Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?”
I looked toward the basement.
“You own an air mattress.”
His brother coughed into his fist.
Gabriel’s face reddened.
“Very funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke.”
“Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?”
“Talia, if you think you’re going to punish me like a child…”
“I’m not punishing you.”
“Then what are you doing?”
I pulled my phone from my pocket.
“Trying to understand something.”
“Understand what?”
“What being ‘the man of the house’ apparently means to you.”
“I’m not punishing you.”
The easy look on his face slipped away.
Before he could answer, I walked into the kitchen and scrolled farther through my contacts than I had in years.
Mrs. Fisher.
Gabriel had talked about his old neighbor since we were dating.
I walked into the kitchen and scrolled farther through my contacts than I had in years.
She’d fed him when his mother worked late, kept their spare key, and given him a place to wait after school.
She’d also been the first person to call him “the man of the house.”
Gabriel had always smiled when he told that part.
***
She answered on the fourth ring.
She’d also been the first person to call him “the man of the house.”
“Mrs. Fisher? It’s Talia. Gabriel’s wife.”
“Talia! Is Gabriel all right?”
I glanced toward the kitchen doorway. Gabriel was watching me.
“Oh, he’s fine. Are you free for dinner tonight?”
A pause.
Then: “What did that boy do?”
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