*Gabe’s POV*

“I can’t lie. I don’t care about you!” My answer was curt as I held her, feeling her quickened breath, our bodies fused as one, swaying with the lake’s gentle ripples.

“Okay, if you don’t care about me, you only get the basics: I was born to a prostitute who had an affair with a married man. When she died, he took a DNA test and kept his daughter from ending up in an orphanage, where she’d either be adopted or live until she aged out. At ten, this girl moved ...