“What about the work Michelle was doing?” Esteban asked. “I still have it,” Gabe admitted. “And we paid her. But I left suddenly, and I didn’t explain everything to her.” “You should do that,” Norma said in a mild tone. “I’m working on it,” Gabe said. “That’s what I was doing when you got here.” His father rapped his knuckles on the table like a gavel. “Okay, mijo. You fixed things with the gym. You fixed things with us. Now you fix things with Michelle.” A smile tugged at Gabe’s lips. “I will, Pop. Don’t worry.”
