Mister GabeChapter 2
I jumped as a hand was laid on my shoulder, my eyes flying open. Looking out on the cul-de-sac from my office window I could see that it had gotten dark. Given the time of year – late spring – that meant that it was pretty late. I looked over as the soft and concerned voice of my daughter asked, "are you ok daddy?" Sara was bent over the back of my chair, her hair hanging down over her face. I could see Brock standing in the office doorway, his face also in shadow. I gathered myself,...