GABRIELLA'S POV
"No, it's not Michel," I exclaimed. I wasn't sure if that was the best response, but I couldn't risk revealing what Michel had been doing to me.
The more people who knew, the more dangerous the situation would become.
"But I distinctly heard you mention Michel's name," my mother insisted, causing me to roll my eyes in exhaustion.
"It must have been your imagination, Mom. I was talking to Nate. Why would I ever discuss my son with Michel?" I questioned, feigning confusion.
"Gabriella, I apologize for jumping to conclusions. I just th-" my mother began, but I cut her off.
"Thought what, Mom? I can't believe you still don't trust me after all this time," I retorted, interrupting her sentence.
"Gabriella, it's not what you think," my mother commented, mov
