He asked me to stay away and I did just that.
Dominic walks out in his Little League uniform and I smile. “You ready to go?”
He nods in an over exaggerated way. “Uh-huh.”
“Lucy,” I call. “We’re leaving, honey.”
“Coming.”
I throw our bag of snacks over my shoulder. I just need to get on with it.
I tap my foot as I wait for Deb to answer her phone. Ring ring, ring ring.
“Pick up.”
The crowd cheers and I pretend to be excited. The very last place I want to be today is at Little League.
I can’t get on with it, I’m freaking the hell out.
You’ve reached Deborah, leave a message.
“Call me urgently,” I whisper into the phone. The crowd all cheers and I push the phone into my ear to try and cancel the noise. “Shit’s gone down, bad shit.” I hang up in a rush. “Where the hell is she?”
Debbie is the only person who knows the whole story.
“Where is she?” I dial her number again.
“What’s wrong?” She answers first ring.
“Thank god.” I stand. “Excuse me.” I squeeze past the other parents who are sitting in the stand. “Excuse me.” I need to get away from everyone so I can talk privately.
“Where are you?” I ask.
“I’m away for the wedding.”
“Oh god, I completely forgot.” I drag my hand through my hair. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Gabriel turned up at my house.”
Silence.
“Did you hear me?” I stammer.
“Gabriel who?”
“Gabriel Ferrara,” I snap as my eyes bulge from their sockets. “What other Gabriel is there?”
“Oh…fuck.”
“He knows.”
“He knows?” she whispers in a panic. “How does he know?”
“I don’t know.”
“What happened?”