“Do you know that?” His voice is like ice, cold and sharp. “Because let’s remember I never met my mom.” He needs to put the breaks on this before his temper snaps and he loses it. He breathes in and holds it for a second. Get a grip.

“Look. You thought I was something I’m not. That’s fine. We’re both alive right now. Focus on that.” It’s an attempt at pulling this back from the edge. He’s not sure what his mom was thinking when it came to him. One day he really wants to ask her to her face. That is not a thought he needs to turn over in his head right now.

He rakes a hand through his dark hair and points a finger at Gabe. “Don’t waste what you have.”