Mimi touched Gabriel’s arm to garner his attention. “We haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. I’m Muriel.” He raised an eyebrow, which jostled his tired face. “I was Mimi to Jarod.” His eyebrows leveled out. “The woman who raised our son in his past life,” he whispered reverentially. “Take excellent care of him for me. And the day he finds out, please tell him how much I love him.” Mimi smiled. “And tell him I’m waiting.”
