Gabe’s Perspective

Gabe's POV 

I glance at the screen of my phone, Cassandra's latest message staring back at me. It's in response to the message I had sent in response to her earlier one where I stated that I could not make it to her family's reception party. I could not make it to the wedding either. 

[We need to talk. It's important. Call me when you can.] 

It's the third message she's sent this today, and I've been dodging every single one. With a sigh, I thumb a quick response. 

[Can't right now. Busy. Later.] I'd been busy a few days now for her calls and messages. 

The excuse feels flimsy, but I can't muster the energy to care. Whatever she wants to say, I'm not ready to hear it. Not today. Not with everything else clouding my mind.