A flicker of hurt passed across her face, and she didn't say another word.
That was when Fay James strolled out of the guest room with her daughter in tow, eyeing me with a look that was half question, half accusation.
"So, your mom showing up this late at night... she's not planning on staying over, is she?"
Before I could open my mouth, Rebecca snapped.
"Staying over? Where exactly would she sleep? Fay and Candy Abbott need the guest room. There's no space for her."
Connor glanced at my mother with undisguised distaste, then turned to me.
"Babe, my sister and my niece are going to be staying with us for a while. There really isn't room. But there's that motel right outside the neighborhood, right? Sixty bucks a night. That's a pretty good deal. Just send your mom there. I'll pay for it."
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, holding it out to me like it was some grand act of charity.
I stared at that wrinkled bill and almost laughed.
This house was mine. Bought and paid for before the wedding. Three bedrooms, one living room. My mother had never spent a single night here.