Amelie dabbed her face with the towel and looked at herself in the mirror. "So, his acts are borne out of the cruelty he faced from his own mother," she murmured. Her eyes fell upon the violet-colored pendant on her neck, which Gabriel had provided her to protect her.
She touched it, feeling a sense of belonging, her mind racing with thoughts regarding her decision.
After a while, she stepped out of the washroom and found the room was empty. She had her hands locked behind her as she explored Gabriel's grand room, where he had spent a good number of years of his teenagehood till adulthood.
Her eyes fell upon some of the photographs, and she checked them. They included swimming pictures, horse riding, car racing, and many other activities. "His looks haven't changed much over the years."
Not a single picture showed Gabriel with his mother. It only deepened the sorrow she already felt for him.
Just then, a soft yet poised voice echoed from the doorway, interrupting her thoughts.
