Chapter 45
Gabriel
Two weeks ago, I was nothing but a broken man, wishing, hoping that Moira would come back to me. I had prayed, begged, and cried, but nothing had brought her back. I was breathing, but it didn’t feel like I had a purpose anymore. I tried to keep going, working to keep busy, planning fundraisers for kinds that are in the same state and little Sam Harlow, the son of the woman who was in that small church at the hospital where I had lost a part of myself. When I started the fundraiser, I was doing it to keep myself from going into a dark pit, one where I didn’t see a return from, but as time had passed, my involvement in the project had become less and less.
Two weeks ago, Bethany Harlow walked into my office unannounced. My PA had tried to stop her, and at first, I did
