“I feel dead,” Gabriel replied, taking the coffee with a nod of thanks.
“Do you want to talk about it? I’m usually happy to let you drown yourself in work, but I think if I do that, you might actually drown this time. Like, in the sink, or something.”
Normally, Gabriel would have laughed or cracked a smile. He did neither; he just took a sip of his coffee.
“You can tell me. If you don’t want me to tell Henry or Sara—”
“We broke up,” Gabriel said in a single breath; his soul went with it.
“You and Anthony?”
Gabriel nodded.
“Oh, Gabriel—I’m so sorry.” April put her hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. “You’re really not all right—if you need to go home for the day, you really should.”
“I’m fine,” Gabriel lied.
* * * *
April frowned, but she patted Gabriel’s back. He clearly just wanted to d
