The Girl He Called Desperate

t. A cold, hollow emptiness

was holding Gabrielle, stroking her hair

baby," he was murmuri

m, my steps heavy,

oice was flat, devoid of e

th a flicker of shock, but it was

y from him, her face

Besides, I found that video of you and read the comments to him last week.

s shattered, replaced by a white-hot rag

tumbled bac

cked me. I flew backward, crashing into a small memorial display by the chapel entr

at me. His only co

she hurt you?" he asked,

d finally understood. I had never mattered. My love, my