Gabriel’s shoulder brushed mine as we waited for her to speak, but she didn’t, she just opened her arms to us with a choked sob and I ran to her, jumping onto the bed and falling on top of her as I crushed her in my arms. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, and I held her tighter as I fell into the space beside her, kissing her forehead and keeping her close. “Don’t be sorry for anything,” I growled. “It wasn’t you. It was Lionel.”
