“What exactly did she say?” Sam’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he tried to stay calm on the outside. He heard her sigh beside him, probably contemplating on how to answer.
“It was just one of those talks…she doesn’t know how to tell you, because of this same reaction.”
“So she’s still with him? How long has it been going on?”
“I’m not sure.”
“She wouldn’t see him,” he said as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth. “That’s just wrong.”
She shook her head and looked out of the window. “They’re adults. They made adult decisions. You’re just gonna have to accept that.”
He shook his head and said nothing, instead fixing his attention on the road. They were headed to the restaurant site to finalize the plans for the interior designs. It wasn’t even noon yet, and his day was already ruined. He couldn’t believe that she would actually go back to the man who let her raise two kids alone, in the name of issues. It didn’t sound right.
“Babe.” Her hand rested on his shoulder and he sighed, sparing her a glance. “I could…handle the meeting and you go talk to your mom. Is that okay?”
“I can do that later, this is important.”
“If you go over there looking like this, I doubt you’ll get anything done. Don’t you trust me to handle everything?”
He frowned at the road and held her hand. “You know I do. I’m just not…ready to see her. And he could be with her, I’m not ready for all that. It’s not you, it’s me.”
“I don’t like it when you’re grumpy. And you’re really grumpy right now. If I have to sleep with this Sam tonight, I wouldn’t like it. Honestly. Please? Just talk to her? Or him, take your pick. But get answers, it’ll help both of us.”
Talking to his father seemed like a good idea to Sam, he wanted to know everything. “Fine.”
“You know where he works?”
“I’ve always known,” he muttered and turned on Coleman Avenue. “Keep me informed, okay? WhatsApp pictures, everything. I’ll try to come back as soon as you can.”
“Relax, take your time. I got this. Just remember why you’re going there. For answers.”
He entered the fence that surrounded the structure that was almost done, with a few touches being added. “I know.”
“That means you’ll have to let him speak oh. That’s how getting answers work.”
He frowned at her back as she got out of the car. “You’re not funny. I got this, okay? Just handle this side, I’ll handle mines.”
She just smiled and went around to his window. “I’m just looking out for you, mister. You’re allowed to be angry, just…be in control of it. Kay? I love you,” she pouted and he kissed her through the window.
“I love you too.” He gave her a small smile and waved when she started walking backwards. “If you fall, I’ll laugh. Just saying.”
“At least you’ll be laughing instead of sulking. Go,” she shrugged and waved back.
He reversed out of the fence and got on the road, his thoughts taking it over almost immediately. He’d always known that he was working at the Liberia Maritime Authority. She mentioned it once or twice, but he didn’t acknowledge it. All through the drive, he went through different scenarios of how the confrontation would be, or as Zelah would prefer, a conversation. None of them ended well, and that just made him angrier.
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"Zelah, it happened. That doesn't make you any less of a person. I let you push me away from you all those years ago because it was still fresh and I didn't want to make it worse." She turned away from him and stared at herself in the mirror. Her ha...