Promise. The word rang in Gael's head. He did promise he'd try. And he would try. It's just that, his patience when it came to that piece of shît was like a snowflake. He'd been waiting for a long time for this, and he was sure he'd combust the moment Evan would appear in front of him. That snowflake would dissipate before it even reaches his skin.
'I'm sorry, Angel… Me trying would probably only last five seconds. Maybe two. Five is too much for me,' he thought as he stared deep into her eyes.
Angela looked away. "I don't like that you saw it."
His brows immediately drew together, but he was careful with his words when he replied, "I hate that you went through that. When did this happen? Was it before I met you?" He wanted to connect the dots—to see a clear timeline in his head.
