Gabriel’s POV
I flinched, the memory coming back in flashes. “Then don’t ask me to let it go when you can’t understand!” My voice came out harsh, my suppressed rage spilling over.
Sergio’s hand fell to his side, but his eyes stayed locked on me. “I’m not asking you to let it go for them,” he pointed at my chest. “I’m asking you to let it go for you.”
I scoffed, brushing past him. “I’m good, Serg. As you can see.” I gestured to myself, to the clean shirt and trousers I had thrown on. I wanted to look composed, like I had it all together, even though I knew I didn’t.
He shook his head, his lips pressing into a faint smile. “You might look fine, but I know you, Gabe. Deep down, you’re not. You’ve carried this pain for years, and it’s killing you. The spark in your eyes is gone, and it
