Torn my heart from me.
Squeezed the muscle until it’s useless.
I’m breathing, but I’m not alive.
I’m here, but I’m somewhere else entirely.
There.
Then gone.
That’s death, isn’t it?
Quiet.
Absolute.
“You’re lying,” I whisper, but it’s more a prayer. A hope.
A wish on a star I cannot see.
“I’m not?—”
I stand, my chair falling over. “I would know if she weredead. I’d fucking know!” I hit my chest. “Something would have changed, altered … my soul would be spilling onto the goddamn floor if she was dead, Guy!” I’m panting, the room silent as everyone watches me. A tear falls down Guy’s cheek, but I shake my head, refusing to see the grief. “Give me your phone. I want to call her.”
“Gable—”
“Give me your fucking phone so I can call her!” I lunge for him, his jacket, but officers are on me in seconds.
I hear their orders.
The shouts.
The screams of visitors.
And I yell.
I demand to see her.
To talk to her.
To be told anything other than the truth.
That Ella …
My Ella.
She’s …
Chapter 49
Gable
“Ilove you, you love me, yay! Happily ever after.”
I smile, and Ella cuddles me.
“You’ve spooned me all night.”
