**The Ocean Remembers Everything**
By Julia Allan
**Chapter 12**
The evening unfolded with a shared meal, a gathering at the table that felt both ordinary and yet charged with unspoken tension. Lori sat across from Grace and Mr. Gabriel, her heart heavy with questions she dared not voice. Where was the cousin she had glimpsed earlier? The thought lingered in her mind, but she kept her lips sealed, not wanting to disrupt the fragile peace of the moment. She did, however, notice Grace discreetly serving a plate for him before they began their dinner, a silent acknowledgment of his absence.
The dinner consisted of pasta, a dish Grace had mentioned earlier in the day. The aroma wafted through the air, mingling with the underlying tension that had settled around them. Mr. Gabriel, usually a wellspring of conversation, was unnaturally quiet this evening. His eyes seemed distant, lost in thoughts that Lori could only guess at. She felt a pang of curiosity mixed with apprehension; what could be weighing on his mind?
As the meal progressed, Lori found herself retreating into silence, her fork moving mechanically as she finished her portion with surprising speed. She felt an urgency to leave the table, to escape the weight of the unspoken words that hung between them. The moment she pushed her chair back and stood, she caught Gabriel’s gaze. He watched her leave, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. She sensed that he was aware of her discomfort, yet he seemed unsure how to bridge the gap that lay between them.
Their conversation had been sparse, almost nonexistent, revolving solely around the baby. It felt as if there was an invisible barrier separating Lori from the others, one that she couldn’t quite breach. Gabriel silently lamented the lack of connection, wishing for a moment of normalcy, a simple exchange of words that didn’t revolve around the child. But every time he thought to reach out, he hesitated, unsure of how to approach her without scaring her away.
“It’ll take time,” Grace said softly, pulling him from his reverie. Her voice was gentle, yet it carried a weight of understanding that he appreciated.
“What?” Gabriel replied, startled by her sudden presence in his thoughts. He had momentarily forgotten she was seated at the table with them, her usual spot that felt so familiar yet now seemed oddly distant.
“I can see what you’re thinking,” Grace continued, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “It’s not hard to read you, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. You’re like a wolf with your instincts.”
Gabriel nodded slowly, acknowledging her insight. Grace, with her years of wisdom, had a way of perceiving things that others might miss. She belonged to his pack, handpicked for her loyalty, and her understanding of his struggles was a comfort.
“How did you know?” he asked, genuinely curious.
Grace shrugged lightly, her expression thoughtful. “I’m not naive, you know. When you reach a certain age, you develop a sixth sense about these things. It’s just part of being who we are.”
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