“Yes,” she replied. “I don’t get to see him often, Christmas, holidays usually, he’s a workaholic.”
Gabe nodded sympathetically, pulling smoothly up in front of her block of flats.
“There we go,” he said with a heartbreaking smile.
She gazed across at him, feeling her heart fluttering.
“Would you like to come in?”
Gabe paused for a second, “Yes.”
He turned off the engine, getting out of the car, while Lisa fumbled with her handbag, which was stuck around the seat lever. The door opened wide, and she clambered out, feeling nervous and a little bit shaky. Gabe grabbed hold of her hand, pulling her gently up the path towards the front doors. With shaking hands, she keyed in the code, fumbling a few times and having to restart. Finally, they were inside. It was quiet, apart from the gent
