Something different from our manuscript today. We have Gabriel at the home of Chloe's mother Linda, looking through a photo album.
Turning the page, he paused, staring at a large photograph. It was a studio photo, a light background, with three people in the picture. A younger Linda, healthy and smiling, Chloe at the age of six, and her father. Jay Masters, he realized, staring at the man in the picture. Chloe got her dark hair from him. By now, if he was still around, he’d be nearly thirty years older.
Why did you do it? He shook his head. Why did you abandon them? Were you already thinking about it when this picture was taking? There was no sign of it in the face, in the soft smile. If he’d had doubts, if he was restless, there was no obvious indication. Gabriel glanced up from the book, looking towards the stairs, thinking of the two women upstairs, of their abandonment. Damn you for doing that to them, he thought as his eyes returned to the picture of Chloe’s father.