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“She’s fine. I saw her a while ago.” Sabrina looked unperturbed.
“How bad is she hurt? Does she have a concussion? Is somebody with her?”
Sabrina looked like she was trying not to laugh at the volley of questions. “What’s it got to do with you?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. She was right. What did it have to do with him?
He was supposed to not care, right? Supposed to walk away emotionless because he ended things. But damn it, he needed to know she was okay.
“If you’re that worried, why don’t you ask her at church tomorrow?” Sabrina asked, smiling because she knew he wouldn’t go.
“She’s going to church?”
“Duh.” Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Of course. Delilah’s singing in the choir. We’re all going.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “I’ll go to church.”
His mom narrowed her eyes. “You never go to church.”
He shrugged. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest. Her expression could only be described as sassy. “Don’t you say anything to hurt her. You’ve already hurt her enough.”
His mom tried to stifle a snigger. And failed miserably.
“I don’t expect you to understand why I did what I did,” he told her. “But there were good reasons.”
“Like what? You’re a jerk?” Sabrina asked.
“Honey, don’t say that.” Their mom frowned at her.
“Well he is. He hurt her. Told her he didn’t want to be part of her life. And now he’s being all concerned ex and it just isn’t right. He doesn’t get to be the good guy when he’s the asshole.”
“Sabrina!” Their mom’s voice rose an octave.
“Whatever.” She stomped over to the refrigerator, pulling it open and grabbing a soda. “I’m going up to my room. I guess I’ll see you at church.”
“I guess you will.” Michael lifted a brow at her.
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” She popped the key of her can and lifted it to her mouth. “And if you say anything to hurt her there, I’ll join the line of people waiting to slap some sense into you.”
“I won’t say anything to hurt her.”
Sabrina huffed. “Whatever. I’m going to watch a movie in bed. Night, Mom.”
Their mom smiled softly. “Night, honey.”
His little sister turned her gaze to Michael. “Night, idiot.”
He shook his head at her. One day, when she was older, she’d understand. That he was doing the right thing. Not making her choose between him and her family because he knew it would break her.
The same way it had almost broken his mom.
“I guess I’ll head up, too,” he said, even though it was barely eight o’clock. He’d watch that stupid reality show on his laptop. Or just sleep. Whatever. Though he’d probably just stew about Grace’s injury.
And that’s why he’d go to church tomorrow, even if it meant facing everybody that was angry with him.
To check for himself that she was okay. Then maybe he’d finally find some peace in his life.
