Chapter 234 Pxl 3

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• Gabriel.
• You can tell yourself anything in the dark. That’s the truth I cling to, or maybe the lie. I stare at my ceiling, hands folded on my chest, sheets twisted around my legs, and pretend I’m meditating or praying, not just waiting for my own mind to settle. The church is silent except for the ticking of the old radiator, the occasional rattle of a window. I’d like to say I’m at peace, but tonight I’m restless, nerves jangling, skin hot even in the chill.