He signed it at 6:47.
Part 3 — Four Days on an Overturned Bucket
I need to tell you what those four days in the basement looked like from my mother’s perspective.
Not because she told me willingly. Because I sat beside her bed the following morning and asked her directly, and because a woman who has spent her life refusing to be a burden will only describe what happened to her if the person asking makes it clear that the description is not a complaint. It is evidence.
I told Mom I needed to know. Not to punish Gabriel. To understand the full picture.
She told me.
On the first day, the day I left for my trip, Gabriel told her he needed the guest room for a project. He told her it would only be for a night or two. He told her the basement was quieter and that she might actually sleep better down there.
