My mother seemed to be living her dream life, expecting a grandchild and almost getting married, I was happy for her. That evening, I went to prison, and as usual, I found Gabriel working on something on his laptop. upon seeing me, he put a stop to whatever he was doing and came to hug me. He Hughes me, offered me win but I declined. I sat on his bed, the to smelled freshly scented roses just like back at his house the first day I had gone there.
"Where is your wife?" I asked curiously.
"In Paris, she went for a modelling project, it will take a while for her to be back."
"Oh, are you sure she went there for a modelling project or this is one of your mission projects?"
He looked at me with an observing eye and said,
"When did you stop loving me?"
"And where is that question coming fr
