Chapter 386
Chapter 386:
Gabriela now realized that the man she had a one-night stand with was Wesley.
Every memory from the past months — refusing Wesley, running from him — now felt incredibly foolish.
If she’d known it was him, she wouldn’t have waited for him to make a move; she would have taken that step herself.
By now, they might have been building a life together.
Perhaps even more than that. They already had a child.
Gabriela’s thoughts collided like a storm, her mind a tangled, breathless mess.
“Gabriela, is something wrong? You look quite surprised.” Miriam’s voice sliced through the haze, sharp with curiosity. “Trust me, I’m just as surprised as you are. Mr. Moss doesn’t even add Brenden on that account. But you? He added you without telling you his identity. That’s strange p>
“Yeah, now that you mention it.” Gabriela blinked, trying to steady her voice. “Maybe he assumed I knew it was him p>
Miriam and Loretta exchanged a knowing glance, then let the subject go, their laughter softening the tension as they turned their attention back to entertaining Truett.
Gabriela drifted through the day, her thoughts scattered, her focus slipping like sand through her fingers.
𝗢r𝗀a𝘯𝗶𝘇e 𝘺𝗼u𝗿 𝗹i𝖻r𝗮𝗋𝗒 𝗼𝗻
Each time her gaze landed on Loretta cradling Truett with that quiet, tender adoration, it left her disoriented.
Truett was her great-grandson. No wonder her every look, every touch, brimmed with such fierce affection.
At dinner, Loretta hardly ate, her plate barely touched as she kept the child nestled in her arms.
“Mrs. Larson,” Gabriela said gently, unable to stay quiet, “you should eat. Holding him nonstop will wear you out p>
“I’m not tired. Not one bit.” Loretta’s smile softened as she looked down at Truett, her voice laced with quiet devotion. “Just seeing him like this… it fills my heart with joy p>
The words struck Gabriela hard, a sharp ache blooming in her chest, heavy with guilt.
That night, her sleep turned restless, haunted.
In her dream, she was in a morgue, and Myah stood across from her, fingers tracing Allan’s cold, lifeless face.
“How could Allan die p>
Her voice cracked, rising to a near-hysterical pitch. “He was good, Gabriela. He cared about you, loved you. What part of him wasn’t enough? He was devastated because you rejected him. He wasn’t paying attention when he crossed the street and now he’s dead. It’s your fault p>
Gabriela jolted awake, her skin clammy with sweat.
Allan’s final words echoed in her ears, colliding with Myah’s heart-piercing accusations until her pulse raced in panic.
She knew with certainty that Allan had never once spoken of love to her; their bond had been nothing more than the closeness of siblings.
So why did Myah insist that Gabriela’s rejection of Allan’s supposed love confession had driven him to his death?
With a weary exhale, Gabriela reached for her phone.
On the screen glowed the last message from “NotASaunders”: “Can’t sleep. Read to me p>
The words tugged her backward into memory: she had once sung into the dark for Wesley, or read to him.