**OLIVIA’S POV**

When I got home, I found Gabe sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, staring into its empty void. It was strange—he’d never looked so casual, in a t-shirt, shorts, and barefoot. His gaze was lost, fixed on nothing.

“Gabe? Is everything okay?” I asked, worried.

He gave a sad smile, his lips barely moving, the way they used to before we grew close. He reached out a hand, and I sat beside him on the floor, searching for whatever held his attention in the ...