MONICA“Hey,” he said softer, concern threading through his voice, “are you okay?” I tried to answer. I really did.But all that came out was a shaky breath and then I was crying, ugly and sudden and unstoppable, my hands fisting into his shirt.My forehead pressing into his chest as I cried, and he didn’t hesitate, didn’t pull away, just wrapped his arms around me and held me like he always did, like he always knew how, one hand steady on my back, the other cradling my head, murmuring my name like a promise.“I’ve got you,” he said, over and over, like he was trying to convince both of us, and I believed it, even if just for a second, even if it was fragile, even if tomorrow would ruin it, right then, in his arms, I felt safe, and I clung to that feeling like it was oxygen, like if I let go I’d drown. Gabriel didn’t say much as he guided me away from the noise, his hand light on my back like he was scared I’d run away. And then he stopped near an empty room and said, “Wait here, oka
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