GAVINMy mother is pacing in the living room. What’s gotten her like this, I have no idea, because it's definitely not Demi's condition. She sees me and rushes to hug me. Then she cups my cheeks. “Are you alright, son?”I'm not okay.“I'm fine,” I tell her.“I heard what happened,” she proceeds.“To Demi?” She takes a step back. “No. About your arrest.”Oh.Of course. Did I really expect my mother to be worried about my girl?My arrest is old news, and I really don't care about what anyone is saying. I haven't even had time for my phone. Because, again, right now, none of that matters.I walk past my mother, massaging my nape. “Gavin, I've been worried about you. And I've been trying to reach you,” she expresses.“Well, now you've confirmed I'm fine. You can go back to your husband and daughter.”“Daughter?” She raises her brows. “You and Fabianna are fighting?”“Oh.” I force a smi
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