"Pa... Pa... Pa... Pa..."
"Ma... Ma..... Ma... Ma..."
Noah's small, chirping voice filled the room as Gabriel lowered him gently onto the mattress. The infant's innocent babbling was the only thing capable of breaking through the storm in Gabriel's chest. A genuine smile touched his lips, even though his heart was still burning with a fury.
"You haven't said a single word since the attack happened," Amelie observed quietly, watching him.
"I always thought Katelyn was naive," Gabriel murmured. "I thought she didn't understand the weight of our world. Yet, while she was being tormented, she was thinking of me, the one who has always ridiculed her. She used ever ounce of her strength to escape Ophelia's place. She could have even lost her life, Amelie. What would I have done then? How would I have ever met my gaze?"
