Gabe
He rarely went back home. It didn’t feel like home, though. Not in a long time.
His room was virtually untouched in his absence. If anything, the thick layers of dust on everything was evidence enough that not even Laila had gone inside.
He passed the grand piano he had that his mother gifted him. His guitars. All his other instruments. The harp was his mother’s favorite. The separation was going to be hard, but their mother knew what their father did to Alex and she said jack squat.
For always saying to marry for love, she committed one of the worst acts against her own son.
Hypocrite.
Gabe pulled out a duffel from his closet and grabbed the tools he would need to help Alex and Nora. And they were just plain stupid if they thought they were doing this alon
