Nineteen

“Are those your parents?” she pointed to the painting of a lovely couple in their forties posed in their best clothes. Both were very good-looking, but Gabriel seemed to take upon his mother’s light brown eyes and her immaculate beauty.

Harold glanced at her and then at Gabriel, he had never met anyone who dared to ask a personal question to Gabriel. He nodded at Harold to dismiss him.

“Yes, those are my parents … they died not long after this portrait was made.”

Harold lingered in the room, he was protective of his master who never spoke of his personal life with any of his guests.

“That’ll be all, H., thank you,” Gabriel said.

It was a sign for him to go, Gabriel can handle this.

“What happened?” Jamie asked.

“We were on a small aircraft going to a remote island my father just bought … we have done it hundreds of times before, my parents … they travel a lot in small aircraft because they like exploring remote areas … but that day … the plane crashed when it was about to take off.”

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