GABRIEL
“Pop, I’m back.”
“Gabe, are you okay?” He looked me up and down as he came around from behind his desk, where he’d been sitting gazing off into space. His hug was meant more for someone coming back from war than a son who’d only been gone for a few days, less than a week, in fact.
He pulled back and clasped my shoulders while looking into my eyes. “I’m sorry…
“No, you’re back, you’re okay, that’s all that matters. Are you going to tell me what you did over there?”
“Not yet!” I could tell he had a hard time accepting that answer, but, in the end, he let it go.
I already knew he’d gone to see nana; she’s been keeping me up to date on his activities. “You needn’t have worried Uncle Guy had someone on me the whole time I was there. I was never in any real danger.”
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