Summer
Don’t do this. Don’t do this. Don’t do this.
My subconscious chanted at the back of my mind, reminding me that everything was going on perfectly. My life has become the dream I used to dream. I talked to my sister daily, she was doing great in her studies and had promised me to visit. Gabriel, albeit unhappily, even let me talk to my father, who sounded, weirdly— I might add, happy. And not like the father I was used to. There was some bad blood between my father and my husband, and I know it's just not about the debt my father owed Gabriel, but something else. Every time there was a topic which involved my father, Gabriel looked like if he got a chance he'd kill him. I refrain from mentioning him unless I just can't wait another moment to talk to my father.
We spent our mornings
