Page 54 of Knot What I Expected

“That is not your business. Do not bring my son into this like I don't know exactly where my child is or what he needs. I’m a good mother. Don’t you dare insinuate otherwise.”

That stings.

Fuck.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Anyone with eyes knows you’re a good mother. But you’re working too hard.”

“I told you, I need the money.”

The answer lands harder than it should.

“Let me⁠—”

I stop.

Let me what?

Pay her bills?

Jesus fucking Christ.

I really have lost my mind.

Gabriella catches it anyway.

“Let you what?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly.”

She turns. I catch her arm.

Again, gently.

“Gabby.”

She looks down at my hand.

I release her immediately.

“I didn’t mean to sound like I was judging.”

“Then what did you mean?”

Fuck.

I rake a hand through my hair.

“I mean you’re running yourself ragged.”

“And?”

“And I don't fucking like it!”

“Too fucking bad!”

The words crack between us.