steal a glance back at Gabe and immediately wish I hadn’t. Christ, he truly is something from a nightmare. He’s even taller and broader than his brothers, and ink spills out unapologetically from underneath every hem, collar, and cuff of his suit. He doesn’t smile, not even at his brother’s wedding. I guess I wouldn’t smile either if I had a scar running from my eyebrow to my chin.
THATS MY MANNNNNN
