Luca
For three days, Gabby has called and FaceTimed me, and every time, I found a reason to be too busy to answer. I hated not talking to her; she owned a part of my soul, but she’d hurt me deeply, and I wasn’t healed enough to move forward yet.
But when I felt myself slipping into darkness, I looked down at my left hand and the small luminescent that Rachel had placed in the webbing between my thumb and forefinger.
We’d decided to replicate hers exactly by placing her wings and halo there, and whenever I moved my hand, they would dance and sparkle in the light. It was beautiful in every way imaginable and brought me peace.
“Babe. I’m going to answer your phone.”
“Huh?”
“Your phone? The one that keeps ringing? I’m answering it,” Rachel stated.
“Please do
