The Knock That Broke Brotherhood
Michael’s smile faded. Just slightly. But Gabriel saw it. He had known Michael for years. He knew every expression, every shift in tone. That small flicker in his eyes was not confusion. It was fear. “Gabriel… what about Daniel?” Michael asked carefully. Gabriel stepped inside without waiting to be invited. “Close the door.” Michael hesitated, then did. The house was quiet. His wife was probably asleep upstairs. The lights were dim. It felt too peaceful for what was about to happen. Gabriel turned slowly to face him. “I’m going to ask you once,” he said. “And I want the truth.” Michael swallowed. “You’re scaring me. What is this about?” “Is Daniel your son?” The words landed heavy between them. Michael blinked. “What?” “Don’t insult me,” Gabriel snapped. “You heard me.” M
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