Thursday evening found Chloe at home, anxious. She needed to talk to Gabriel. She needed him here, with her, but she would not ask him to put his work aside and come back to be with her. Realistically, what could he do that he isn't already doing, other than hold me? Chloe asked herself. He can't change what's happening to Mom. He can't save her. She looked at the clock. He'll be calling soon, thank God, she thought. Just hearing his voice would make me feel better. He'll make me laugh. He always does.