26- Gabe’s Visit

Gabe's POV 

Opening Megara's text from last night, I reread it leaning against the hood of my car. [Busy. Getting stuff ready for a garage sale tomorrow.] That was it. No "Hi, Gabe" or "How are you?" Just a curt response that didn't leave room for much else. The message had carried none of the warmth I'd grown used to from her, and it didn't sit right. 

She did not respond to my reply, asking if she needed any help. I had no idea what I could help with because honestly, I have no experience in that department but nevertheless, I cared enough to learn for her. I mean I am not some dummy, I do have an idea about it.