Chapter Six

Encountering Maxwell again stirred up emotions I can't quite put into words. I truly appreciate Gabriel for being there when things got intense.

As Maxwell stormed off, Gabriel guided me to the car and said, "Let's get you home." Amid the emotional whirlwind, I confessed, "I'm craving ice cream."

He just smiled and replied, "How about we make a stop at Brown Cow Ice Cream in Forest Park?"

We pulled up to the charming Brown Cow Ice Cream shop, its inviting aroma promising a delightful escape from the day's turmoil.

Inside, as we approached the counter, Gabriel asked, "What flavor are you in the mood for?"

I pondered for a moment, then chose my favorite, chocolate chip cookie dough. He ordered the same with a smile.

We grabbed our ice cream, and as he drove me home, he said, "Make sure you get some rest, alright?"

With a nod, I mumbled agreement through a mouthful of ice cream.

He continued, "I'll set up security systems to protect you in case he comes back."

Grateful, I sincerely said