Chapter 22. My Heart Can Feel Love

GABRIEL

It affected me so much to see her in that man’s arms that I felt a mad need to just leave. I got into my car without thinking about the consequences of my actions and drove back to London. Kira must have wondered where I was. But the way she stood up for that idiot really pissed me off.

My first stop was John, my lifelong friend.

He was a notorious traveler and never stayed too long in one place. If you asked me, he seemed to have a home in every corner of the world. Probably for the holidays he had decided to come to his homeland, and I took advantage of his coming to come and talk to him.

As I arrived after midnight, it shocked him to see me on the doorstep.

“Gabe? What the hell? What time is it?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Man, I’m sorry to barge in like this, but I need to talk to someone.”

“Talk… ok… we can talk. Come on in,” he continued yawning.

Sleepy as he was, John invited me in. He even made a cup of coffee, hoping