I knew that habit. She did it when she was trying not to shake.
“Stop,” I said.
Dad leaned back. “We’re talking about family here, Daniel. That’s the most important thing.”
“No,” I said. “You’re talking about my fiancée like she isn’t here.”
Maya stood before I could answer.
“Thank you for dinner,” she said quietly. “Dessert’s on the counter.”
“Maya, baby,” I said, pushing back my chair.
She gave me one small look. It was not angry. It was worse. She was tired.
“I’ll wait in the car.”
I followed her to the driveway.
