Katelyn's eyes glistened, the unshed tears catching the warm overhead light. Hearing those words from Gabriel felt like she finally achieved in making him realize how wrong he was.
"I was never the brother you deserved," Gabriel continued. "I doubted you, I doubted your abilities, and honestly... I didn't want to face you, Kate. Facing you meant facing my own failures." He sat with his hands clasped so tightly together that his knuckles were white, showing the crushing guilt he had carried since the attack.
Katelyn let out a small, playful smirk fighting its way through her tears. "In that case, you have a lot of making up to do. You should pamper me more," she stated. "Only then will I even consider forgiving you."
Gabriel looked up, his gaze searching hers with an earnestness she had never seen. "I will do my best. Name it, Kate. Anything you want, anything money or power can provide, it's yours," he asserted.
