“Did someone just say Gemma?” My uncle and I both spun around quickly, and my hands were already in fists. I locked onto two shadowed eyes, one of them black and blue, with dark hair hanging over his sliced eyebrow. He was my height but skinnier than me, standing right there in the threshold of my uncle’s office. “Who the fuck are you?” “He’s with me.” My stomach was like a catapult to the floor when the person speaking in a shy tone stepped to the left and farther into the room. My uncle’s hands fell to his side as his jaw unhinged. “Journey?”
