21
When I exited Veronica’s shop, my phone pinged with a text from Lonna suggesting I come to her place for lunch since Abby was fussy, and she had only just been able to get her down for a nap. I texted back, offering to pick up something for us, and we arranged that I’d grab something from the cafe we were to have met at and bring it with me.
I arrived at her house with salads and salmon quiche, and Max met me at the door before I could knock.
“Thanks,” he said and took the bag. He looked markedly better from the last time I’d seen him, but the tension around his eyes and smudges under them indicated some rough nights. “I’m afraid none of us are sleeping well these days.”
“How so?” I asked and followed him inside.
“Abby’s having night terrors, I’m having nightmares, and Lonna’s not
