532 Fight for It

A knock on the room jolted Gael awake, which in turn, also woke up Angela. His hand immediately went to the gun under his pillow on instinct. They didn't move from the bed yet but they stared at the door, wondering who it could be outside at this hour. The curtains were drawn close but it couldn't be late in the morning.

"Who is that?" she whispered from his side, torn between snuggling into him closer and getting up from the bed to get the door.

When another knock came, he untangled himself from her and went to open the door. He blinked himself awake upon facing Charlie on the other side who was casually wrapping his hand with a white hand wrap in a meticulous way—like he was ready for a match.

"Dad?" Angela croaked, her voice scratchy from sleep.

"Good morning, Sweetheart." Charlie smiled at her before shifting his gaze to Gael.