Chapter 38
38 Tyler I asked if Gabi needed any help at least three times, and she turned me down. So, I went to my bedroom and took a quick shower. I put on some sweatpants and a T-shirt and went back to the living room. I glanced at the TV—I had paused on an episode of The Walking Dead—then to Gabi—she was checking something in the oven. My eyes flickered between the TV and Gabi again. I turned off the TV and sat on a stool at the kitchen counter. It seemed that even though I hadn’t apologized for being a jerk and snapping at her—more than once—the tension was gone and she had somehow forgiven me. If she hadn’t forgiven me, then she was at least enduring me, which was already more than I deserved. “I’m here and I can help,” I told her again. “Just let me know what to do.” “Since you insist, set
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