Mira’s eyes burned, raw and red, as she hunched in the most uncomfortable chair. Cold metal, zero support, the works…parked outside the ICU. It made everything look washed out and fake, like someone had turned the hospital into a bad movie set. Or maybe it is real. Either way, she felt trapped, stuck in a nightmare with no way to escape.
Gabriel sat next to her, dead quiet. He’d laced his fingers together so tight you’d think he was trying to keep himself from flying apart. Or praying.
Hard to tell.
“He only wanted to see Dante…” Mira’s voice came out in a raspy form. The kind you get after crying for hours.
“He just wanted to finish it. I told him not to trust Dante. Why’d he go, Gabriel? Why did Dante have to do this?”
Gabriel turned, and the look on his face, as if he was regret
