Gabe's expression shifts. His brows knit together in confusion, then relax as if he's trying to process what I've just said.
"What?" his voice quiet but laced with disbelief.
"I'm serious," I say, my tone firm. "I know it sounds strange, but… trust me on this. It's something that's been on my mind, and I think it's important."
He doesn't respond right away, his gray eyes searching mine for an answer I can't give him. The silence between us is heavy, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant sound of a dog barking. Even the children seem to have gone into quiet mode.
"Why do you think that?" he finally asks, his voice careful, measured.
I shake my head, the weight of the truth pressing against my chest. "I can't explain it. I just… have this feeling, Gabe. Please. Can you talk to him about it?"
