“How do you feel about her?” Norma broke in. “Because I know you used to—” “The same,” Gabe muttered. “I feel the same about Michelle as I did—” He stopped, because no, that wasn’t right. However he’d felt about her in their teens was a pale shadow to what he felt now. “No, actually. I feel . . . more. A lot more.” “You should tell her,” his father said decisively.
