GIANNA
“You, okay?”
“What happened to Gabriel?” Isn’t it weird? I could’ve sworn not ten seconds ago that I hated him with a fiery passion. Well. Not fiery exactly, but I have spent many a moment strongly disliking him.
“Nothing’s happened to him; he’s fine, sort of. We think he might be in danger.”
“Gabriel? I don’t understand; what kind of danger?”
“Do you know why he pushed you away?” “I’m not interested!” I don’t know if it was embarrassment or fear of hearing a truth that was more devastating than my own thoughts had been for the last two years? A fear of finally getting the explanation that I never received, but hearing this relative stranger ask me that question made my hackles rise.
He didn’t seem to believe me, though, if his smile was any indication. “Well, I’ll tell
