Unless, Lena thought to herself with a chuckle, he had undergone a drastic transformation and faked his own death to start an entirely new life under a new identity. The idea seemed too far-fetched, but in the midst of her confusion, it brought a moment of humor.
“I don’t understand,” Lena whispered, her voice trembling. “Did I imagine Gabriel’s death somehow? Has he been out there this whole time while I mourned him?” Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
Cassandra gently squeezed her shoulder, offering comfort. “You’re overwhelmed, Lena, but there has to be a logical explanation. You need to talk to him. Maybe he knows something that can make sense of this.”
