“Please don’t die on me. I love you,” he says as he grabs my face and kisses me. “If I knew it was this easy to get a confession, I’d have let someone shoot me much sooner.” “I’d have volunteered,” Matthew comments. “See? Matthew could have shot me weeks ago,” I say. “Why? What is wrong with you?” Gabriel asks, but I see a small hint of a smile among his stress.
