“Nah, I gotta email her.” “Son, listen to me. This is the one who got away. You’re not thinking clearly.” Fabian was right, but it didn’t matter. “I have to,” Gabe said, getting to his feet. “The way I left things, and now this . . . I’ll be a total dick if I don’t even email her to explain.” He’d already ghosted her as a friend. He wouldn’t add professional ghosting to the list of his sins where Michelle was concerned.
