Mabel stared at Gabriel's name on her phone screen, anxiety tightening in her chest.
"He hasn't called me since yesterday... Is he upset with me?" she murmured, her voice barely audible. Confined to her chamber as part of her ongoing punishment, she hadn't even been allowed to step outside.
Her thumb hovered over the screen.
"Maybe I should call Amelie instead of my son..."
With a slight tremble, she scrolled through her contacts and tapped Amelie's number without a second thought. The phone rang once, then she abruptly ended the call.
'No... I can't face her. Not after everything I did to her,' she thought, gripping the phone tightly, guilt clawing at her.
Letting the phone rest on the table, she let her head rest against the bed's headboard. "I made my own son hate me after getting fooled by that damn witch. I am unworthy of his forgiveness. Gabriel already hates me. After knowing the truth, I don't know how he will react."
