GIANNA
“You, okay?”
“What happened to Gabriel?” Isn’t it weird? I could’ve sworn not ten seconds ago that I hated him with a fiery passion. Well. Not fiery exactly, but I have spent many a moment strongly disliking him.
“Nothing’s happened to him; he’s fine, sort of. We think he might be in danger.”
“Gabriel? I don’t understand; what kind of danger?”
“Do you know why he pushed you away?” “I’m not interested!” I don’t know if it was embarrassment or fear of hearing a truth that was more devastating than my own thoughts had been for the last two years? A fear of finally getting the explanation that I never received, but hearing this relative stranger ask me that question made my hackles rise.
