Abigail’s POV
I stepped out of the cab and into the cool evening air as I arrived back at our apartment.
My mind was spinning with thoughts of Elijah. He had done so much for me, sacrificed more than I could ever imagine, and yet, I felt I had given so little in return.
I removed my coat, hanging it by the door, and glanced around. The apartment was quiet, he wasn’t home yet.
That was good. It meant I had time to do something special, something to show him just how much I appreciated him.
Walking into the kitchen, I opened the fridge and immediately frowned. It was practically empty just a few eggs, some milk, and a bottle of orange juice.
I sighed, remembering how much I’d avoided cooking. I wasn’t exactly the culinary queen.
But that didn’t matter today.
Today, I would try.
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