Chapter Fifty-Six
Michaela
Moira had started my car every day while I was gone, so it behaved when it was time to leave for the Acero’s. And because the pretense for Sunday dinner was the-more-the-merrier, she was coming with me. If I did decide to have a private conversation with my in-laws, she could keep Matthew occupied.
the-more-the-merrier“Mic, your knuckles are white.”
I eased my grip on the steering wheel. “Don’t know why I’m nervous.”
“Because you confronted some heavy s**t this past week.”
“Yeah. But I don’t have to bring anything up tonight. I don’t have to blindside them.”
have“You don’t have to fear Gloria, either.” Mo wore her fierce face.
The one that meant she’d defend me to the death.
“I’m not afraid of Gloria—” She scoffed. “—I keep the peace for Matty’s sake.”
