Gabriel’s POV

I was smiling like an idiot, and I couldn’t remember the last time I was this happy.

I pulled up my driveway and Nick and I helped the girls with their bags. We went upstairs and I showed the girls to their rooms while Nick went to get dinner his mom had made for us.

“Which bags are yours?” I asked Aria.

“That one,” she said and pointed to a black duffle bag.

“You have only one?” I was confused.

“Yeah, well, I lost all of my stuff in the fire,” she said with sadness in her voice.

“Don’t worry,” I said and placed my hand on her...