"What's going on, Amber?" Ivan asked, simultaneously looking at me and Helena.
"Yeah, I would like to know that too. And who told you you are allowed here?" Helena demanded.
"This is my husband's home. I don't need your permission to come here," I answered and Ivan stared wide-eyed at me, obviously surprised.
"And I am his mother. You will do well to remember that, Amber Moreno," Helena snapped. I stared at her for a beat and then burst out laughing.
"Amber?" Ivan prompted and I shook my head loudly.
"You are his what?" I demanded squarely. "Did you just say mother? As in MOTHER?"
"Ivan...is your wife drunk or something? Ask her to stop before I loose it," She hissed at him and I scoffed.
"Seriously, don't use that word. It's not meant for a woman like you, Helena Navarro," I
