Chapter 37

Gabby

Past

The disruption in both our families has been excruciating. We buried Cross's oldest brother last week. His father is still recuperating from a gunshot wound with bullet fragments lodged in his spine, which have left him paralyzed from the waist down. Atelo has left the country and will probably never resurface. Neither Cross nor Papa will tell me the details on what happened to cause this domino effect. All I know is that Papa has taken Cross under his wing, and the two are constantly in meetings. I have barely laid eyes on Cross in weeks.

After the shootings, he had my things moved back to my parents' house. I protested, but he said that he was going to be away a lot, dealing with the aftermath, and he did not want me staying in the loft alone. So, for his peace of mind, I relented.

Now, from the kitchen, I hear his voice in Papa's study, and I go to him.

"Hi," I say as I softly knock at the entryway to the study. "I didn't know you were here."