*Gabe’s POV*

“I think this is between Olivia and me,” I said, my voice less steady than I wanted.

“My daughter’s health concerns me and her sisters,” Ernest shot back.

“I take care of my wife,” I snapped, unable to hold back.

“Honestly, I don’t want to talk about my condition right now,” Pumpkin cut in, shutting the topic down. “I have so many scars… you think I care about a little bruise on my stomach?”

She stood abruptly. “Let’s go in the water, ...