Chapter 2: Caramel Lattes and Knitting LadiesGabriel couldn’t stop shaking. He hadn’t slept all night. The cold had kept him shivering; there had been moments of teeth chattering. At one point, he’d managed to get a fire going, but the smoke had poured in and then it had died again. The only difference from before the fire was his stinging eyes.
Maybe he should be grateful for the extra layer of fat he carried around. It would probably keep him from freezing to death a bit longer, but what did a bit matter? Had he desired to die, he could’ve stayed in the city and done so without being cold.
He’d put on every T-shirt and sweater they’d given him, and there weren’t many. Every single one of them stretched taut over his chest and belly, making him want to puke.
He swallowed down the sob t
