GABRIEL
I always forget how beautiful she is, and I’m never ready for that jolt to the heart I feel when I see her. She came out of the door between my sisters, and the sunlight bathed her hair in that way it did the first time I saw her. What is it about that sight that makes me feel so shaken? Nothing in my life has ever moved my heart one way or the other, not since I learned the truth about my conception, but this girl... Why?
I snapped out of it by the time they reached the truck, and once again, the twins who’d fight to the death for the front seat gladly gave it up without pause. She’s nervous, hiding it well, but her shaking hands that she clasped in her lap gave it away. She almost fell out when I reached around her and pulled her seatbelt to snap it in place. “Good morning, Gianna!”
