Chapter 47
Gabriel
For the past two weeks, I have been trying to ignore the need to talk to Moira, to run to her and beg her to stay, to never leave me again, but by some miracle, I haven’t given into that need yet. She hasn’t been making it easy either. Every morning, she is here ten minutes earlier than the day before, waiting in front of the building with some or another breakfast in her hands with a cup of coffee. I can see her out of the window from my office, getting a clear view of her determined expression, watching as it slowly turns into one of pain and depression. She will stand outside every morning for two hours, waiting for me to walk in through those doors, but she doesn’t realize that I no longer sleep at our house, but rather in the spare room I made connected to my offi
