"Okay," Abby says, breaking the silence. "Let’s go over it again. Every detail, Nicole. Maybe we missed something."
I nod my head, my eyes glassy with worry, but I force myself to focus on what Abby is saying.
"After dinner, your mom said she needed some air. She was… distracted all through the meal, like something was on her mind." Abby says, stopping mid-step to look at me.
"Did she say what?" I ask, looking up at Abby.
"No," Abby admits, her voice trembling. "I asked her, but she just said it was nothing. I didn’t push. I thought she’d talk when she was ready or that she would talk to you at least."
I frown, rubbing my temples. "And then? She went for her walk. Did she take anything with her? A bag, keys, anything unusual?"
Abby shakes her head. "Just her coat and phone. S
