GABRIELLE’S POV
By Christmas morning, the heat from the night before felt like a foreign memory, replaced by a tight and hollow ache in my chest that refused to loosen no matter how many times I breathed.
John’s death — even though the man was a rude f**k — only reminded me how fickle life was and how much I hadn’t been living
The police, along with John’s family lawyer, arrived early in the morning.
Martha dabbed at her eyes with a tissue that looked suspiciously dry for someone who claimed she’d been devastated all night.
I stood beside Damon as the cops questioned her.
“I just—” her voice cracked on cue, and one of the officers leaned forward slightly. “John had a weak heart. I always told him not to get too excited but he never listened.”
One of the officers glanced around the
