“Shhh! Just listen. You’re always asking what someone wants. And then you use that to manipulate them. I get that. Just once I wish you’d look inside yourself and decide what you want. Not what you’ve planned but what you want. And then be true to that.”
“I want you.”
“Then choose me. Be true to yourself this time, Gabriel. Be true to us.” Her eyes searched his, pleadingly, desperately. She took the back of his hand and began writing with a felt tip pen. “This is my phone number,” she whispered. “In case you get lost.”