EVANGELINE“Gael, open the door.”I shook the handle harder. “Gael!”I kept pounding on the bathroom door until my hands began to hurt.“Gael, answer me. Are you okay?”I pressed my ear to the wood and held my breath, listening for movement, for his voice, for anything that proved he was still standing on the other side. Nothing came back except silence, and that silence made the room feel suddenly too narrow.“Gael!”I turned toward the bedroom door, already thinking of Cordelia, Arthur, anyone who could help break the lock if he had collapsed. Before I could take another step, the bathroom lock clicked.I spun around.The door opened, and Gael appeared in the doorway with one hand gripping the frame.He was pale in a way I’d never seen before, all the color drained from his face. His body swayed slightly, his knuckles whitening around the bathroom doorframe as he tried to keep himself upright. His mouth was set in a hard line, but his eyes betrayed what his pride wouldn’t. He was ba
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