Chapter Forty-Five

Gabe’s POV

“Gabe, no.” distorted cries fill the air and I watch as the dark grey clouds move across the sky. The moon is rising, and the air is frigid but the sand beneath me is warm and comforting.

I had debated whether or not to ask Lottie if she is carrying my child before I left for my perimeter run. I should have, but I lost my nerve, what if I’m wrong? I should have taken every opportunity to show her what she means to me, what our child would mean to me.

Instead, I put it off. I thought I would have more time, that she would come to me and tell me when she is ready. It is Zeke who put the idea in my head, he made an off the cuff comment, and now I can think of nothing else, apart from why she wouldn’t tell me.

I’m told that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Well, I’m waiting, but the flashes aren’t coming.

‘I have died many times, each time has been different.’ Zeke calmly and softly distracts me from the pain in my chest. The dagger lodged between my ribs