I looked at the taut, burned skin on his forearm. “She threatened your father. She threatened you.
If we go after her —”
“I’m not afraid of your mother, Gabe. Not anymore,” I met his eyes. “And you shouldn’t be, either.
I’m here now.”
For the first time since he walked back into my life, I saw the boy I remembered. “What do we do?” he asked. “We expose her,” I said.
“You take back your name. You tell the board you’re alive and here. And you reclaim what’s yours — your life, your company, your history.”
He let out a shaky breath.
“If I do this, I need you with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “You’re Gabriel. And I’m your Sammie.
And trust me when I say that I know how to fight.”
A slow grin crept across his face. “You always were the troublemaker.”
I squeezed his hand. He laughed, but it faded into something serious.
“She’ll come after us.”
“I’m counting on it,” I said, standing up. “Let’s make her play defense for once.”
Janet had always been my ride-or-die, but I’d never seen her this fired up. She dropped her tote bag and got to work.
“Okay, spill everything,” she said. “Are we just here to make Camille sweat, or do we want the world to know she erased you and staged your death?”
Gabriel hesitated, but I didn’t. “We want the truth out, Jan.
She can’t keep hiding what she did to us. Not after everything. Gabriel was isolated in private care under his mother’s control.”
“Everything in my life was supervised,” he said.
Janet clicked her pen. “I’m ready to expose your mother, Gabriel. I already texted Mary at the Gazette, and Lisa from the board still owes me after that disaster of a Christmas party.”
Gabriel glanced at me, uncertain.
“You sure you want to pull everyone into this?”
I met his gaze and reached for his hand.
