Present
Ellison
“Hello…”
“Elle?”
He sounded sleepy and I instantly felt a moment of guilt. “Yeah, Gabe, it’s me…”
“What happened? Is everything alright?” His words were concerned and now wide awake.
“Yeah, everything is fine. I am fine.” I said, my throat suddenly right with emotions.
“You are lying, Elle. I could tell and besides that it’s middle of the night. Tell me what’s going on…” As I heard his words filled with the parental authority and that deep affection, my eyes pricked with tears.
Swallowing a few times, I said, “Promise me, you won’t get angry.”
“Elle…”
“Please, Gabe.”
“Fine.” He sighed. “Talk to me.”
I told him about the children and then the bikers finding me in Willow Creek and now my stay in Chicago and it might haven’t gone the way I wanted. Oh, who am I kidd
