Gabriel was silent for a moment. The precious time he had previously been unwilling to let go by was now passing at, to him, felt like months. And he wiped his eyes clear of the tears.
"I don't know the stories of my family; of my mother, or my father, or my sister. At least, not the happy ones. You're right, Lucas. My son needs his father, and his aunt and grandfather, and the stories we can share with him. And most importantly the stories of his mother. Alyssa, I love you always; even in death. But now it's time to focus on the now."
When he finished talking, the night transformed into daylight. And the lake was free from the ice covering it.
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