Gabriel started to speak.
“Danny. Please leave.”
He stood and left without arguing.
Gabriel looked at me.
“Sara.”
“Get out of this room.”
“This is my house.”
“Leave the room, Gabriel.”
He studied my face, then walked out.
I helped Mom into bed, checked her medicine, and discovered she had missed a dose. I made ginger tea and sat with her while she 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.”
