Chapter 10
March 2014
Gabriel stared at the long mirror that hung on the wall of his temporary bedroom. Reflecting at him was a sullen youth clad in black jeans, heavy leather boots, a black T-shirt that said Sarcasm is just one of the services that I offer, and an unzipped deep-maroon hoody.
Back in February, shortly after his mother had come home and collapsed upon hearing the news about Justin’s suicide, Gabriel had been approached by a middle-aged woman. She’d introduced herself as a representative of the Massachusetts Department of Children and Families and had assured him that she was there to help. She’d told Gabriel that there were some safety concerns about him remaining in their apartment and instructed him to pack up his clothes and any other essential items that he wanted to
