Jesus. This was too much. I couldn't deal with this. I felt actual nausea mixed with panic. I couldn't even face her. So I lied. Badly.

"Mom I honestly have no idea what you're talking about or why you're lurking outside my room. If you've got a problem with me doing...stuff...for Dad, maybe you should take it up with him. He is your husband, after all. In theory anyway."

And then I walked right by her. I made no attempt to move out of the way so I shouldered straight past her, practically pushing her out of the way. I wanted...no needed to see my father. Now. I needed to...