Gabriella

Present

As Damien drove us north of the city, I took in his profile. While the last week and a half had been a whirlwind or more accurately, a tornado, there was a sense of contentment in where we landed. We’d fallen from the cyclone into one another’s arms.

The stress I continued to see etched into the lines on his face drew me to him. The man I’d more than once named the devil was fighting his own demons. I ...