Gabriel's POV
“Aunt Racheal?” I exclaimed, rising abruptly from the couch as she strode into my living room unannounced, dragging a battered suitcase behind her.
“Why have you been ignoring my calls, Gabriel?” She snapped, her sharp tone cutting through the air. She didn’t bother with greetings. “You know if you ignored me, I’d show up myself! You think you can avoid me forever?”
I sighed, running a hand through my disheveled hair. “I’ve been busy, Aunt Racheal. Life’s been... complicated.”
Her frown deepened as she dropped the suitcase by the wall, crossing her arms. “Complicated? What’s so complicated that you can’t answer your phone? Your uncle is sick, Gabriel! So sick he might die. Do you want him to die? Is that what you want?”
Her voice trembled with faux urgency, but I wasn’t
