Gabriel feels a few tears slide down his cheeks and he manages to let go of the mug long enough to wipe them away. The shivering inside him has been replaced by something hollow, empty.

"I thought, after it happened, it was some dream. I stared out the window until it was over and he was trying to right my clothes again, asking me to forgive me for his sin."

He runs his thumb over the lip of the mug.