In Which We'll Take It

As soon as the vehicle that carried Angela arrived at the curb, Gael climbed into the backseat to join her, kissing her on the corner of her lips. He immediately noticed the weak smile on her face, and her brows drew together.

"What happened?" he asked.

Leaning back, she looked down, her fingers fiddling the edge of her dress. "Cynthia brought her two children and expected us to get along like nothing's wrong." She rolled her eyes, scoffing a little. "She said she told me to leave the last time we met to save me from possible harm. Then she realized that I'm not leaving you, seeing as I'm still here—though she wouldn't know I'd already left and come back. So instead, she thinks it's better to…learn to live with the inevitable."

"Inevitable what?" Gael wondered, his gaze soft as he studied her weary expression.