GABRIEL
She hunched down to gather the cracked iPad.
I’m done for, she murmured.
I walked closer and grasped her hand firmly, helping her to her feet so she would face me.
“What do you mean there’s no one by that name?” I asked sharply. “Do you happen to know the person I’m looking for?”
Before she could answer, a woman around her age approached us, her gaze flickering between me, Paige, the cracked iPad, and the hand I still held.
“What’s going on here, Maureen?” she asked, voice sharp. “You’re always bringing trouble.”
I thought, How many names does she have? Last time I heard, she was called Paige.
“Sir, did she give you a hard time?” the woman asked, turning her focus to me.
“No, she was trying to help. I just knocked her down by accident,” I replied honestly. She studied me
