“Do you know what the worst part is?” I said.

Gabe lifted his head, took slow steps across the floor to get closer, and dragged the wooden chair behind him.

He turned the chair and took a seat facing me. 

I don’t know if it was the fear of me snapping at him or his own insecurity about the situation we were in but he didn't speak, didn't answer my question, instead he waited for me to continue and just listened.

“When I laid in the bed after Darian left, the ...