Why a lot of people give the advice ‘Sleep on it’ to someone facing a seemingly insurmountable dilemma, Gabriel would never understand. How could anyone go to sleep when one’s mind was running at top speed and peeling away at layers and layers of data, both factual and otherwise? Factor in the accompanying emotional dynamics of it, and sleep would be like a distant dream (no pun intended).
And Gabriel could attest to that. He’d been tossing and turning for the better half of the night. His body was already protesting, his eyes felt sandy, his muscles had the consistency of jell-o, and his abdomen felt like it had gone twelve rounds with Manny Pacquiao. The latter caused by his stomach’s constant clenching (whenever he thought of Louisa and Angelo together) and unclenching (whenever he con
