Chapter 7By Tuesday, Anthony had a lovely little note on his mailbox from his landlord, expressing how happy she was that he’d paid rent. He hadn’t. Gabriel had. The landlord didn’t need to know that; she was just as happy to assume it meant Anthony had gotten a job and was on the road to getting back on his feet. In reality, his foot was still locked up in a boot, and he was no closer to getting back onto it, so to speak, than he was when Gabriel had found him lying on the floor in his own vomit.
All he’d been doing since Tuesday was putting on a brave face every time Gabriel messaged him. He really didn’t want Gabriel to know that he was spending all day high in the indent on his couch. As long as he could keep his messages together, Gabriel wouldn’t know when he was high, drunk, or bot
