Angela looked at the notebook in her hands, unsure what to do with it while she tried to understand what Gael meant. Everything to know about his world? Everything he had done? All of him? She had an idea, but what she really wanted to know was why he was giving it to her.
So she asked him just that. "What does this mean?"
Gael lowered his voice as if he was afraid someone would hear them talking—even though the balcony was clearly empty and the music was loud but muffled from the ballroom behind them.
"Angela… In my world, lying is inevitable. I've had to learn that later than anyone in my family. I've made decisions that led to regrets. I've done things I'm not proud of. And I might keep doing them for the rest of my life. You have no idea how incredibly hard this is for me." He tapped the notebook. "I could go to prison for this. I could die because of this…"
