Gabriel took a long, gasping breath. “No,” he said, and reached into his sleeve. He drew out a folded paper and threw it down onto the table. Cecily stared at it. It was smudged with fingerprints and soft at the edges, as if it had been folded and unfolded many times. “I could not do it. I did not tell him anything at all.” Cecily let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
Sorry dude clearly I misjudged you haha no hard feelings
