Henry’s POV
***Flashback***
The night was warm, but there was a chill between us. Gabby and I sat close by the river, the moonlight reflecting off the water, casting an ethereal glow around us. There was tension between us.
"Henry," she said, her voice soft, but with an edge to it that I hadn't heard before. "You’ve been distant lately. Is there something you’re not telling me?"
I looked at her, trying to mask the guilt that gnawed at me. The weight of everything felt too heavy to carry anymore. “I’m just... thinking, Gabby.”
“Thinking?” Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve been more than just ‘thinking.’ You’ve been avoiding me. You haven’t told me anything about what’s going on in that head of yours. What is it?”
I hesitated, my mind racing. She deserved the truth, but the truth was a mess,
