“Everything. I left the community for her. I endangered myself for her. Even the money . . . I never wanted the money for myself.” “No,” Abby agreed. “I wanted to use it for her. It was all for her. I wanted to build her dream home. I know just what she loves—she told me; I have sketches. I would have been able to get her everything. I own a large plot of land. She told me last year she wanted to live outside the city.” The truth poured out of him, a torrent of words. Was he saying it to Abby? Or to Gabrielle, who listened mutely? He didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t stop talking.
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