“Is that him?” Rhena asked, pointing at the solitary figure. Fancy had forgotten her friends hadn’t actually met Gabe. She’d known Gabe and the girls for so long, and they had never met.
They were about to.
Fancy knew they weren’t going to get out of this one. They had to take what was coming – and somehow she knew they would do it.
“I’ll go,” she said.
“Are you sure?” asked Zara, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Fancy knows him personally,” Rhena reminded her, “it’s probably best if she’s the one to go.”
Fancy looked at Nikita, seeing what hadn’t been said aloud in the other girl’s eyes. She needed to do this and Nikita knew it.
She exhaled, crossed herself and started walking towards Gabe.
What was she going to say to him? What on earth could she say?
Maybe he would be professional. That would be best – to act as if they hadn’t known each other for over half his life and for the whole of hers. That would be better than seeing the disappointment and anger in his face.
She stopped to allow a family to move in front of her, and then continued walking. The spiced apple drink and chocolate brownie she had consumed earlier was churning into a sickly soup in her stomach.
Then Gabe turned and saw her. The moment his eyes fell on her, Fancy stopped moving. She opened her mouth to say I’m sorry, but the words died in her throat and she closed her lips.
Gabe stepped forwards. He was smiling and his arms were open.
Fancy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.