Chapter 238 Pxl 7

• Chapter 7.
• Gabriel.
• There are nights when nothing in the world feels real, when the silence is too thick, and the shadows move in ways you can’t trust. Tonight is like that. The city is shrouded in rain, heavy and relentless, beating against the rectory windows and pooling under the streetlights. I haven’t bothered to undress for bed. I’m stretched across the thin mattress, half in my clothes, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, thinking about Mara and all the lines I’ve already crossed.