Chapter 37Two days later, after dinner, Joe tried gently to break the news. “Abi, I've got something to tell you. It'll hurt a little.”
“I'm feeling pretty numb. Go ahead.”
He sat on the edge of the sofa beside her with his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands. “Your house was looted.”
“What-at? It was boarded up.”
“That doesn't stop a thief.” He shook his head slowly. “Your Queen Anne jewelry cabinet is gone. Evidently your jewelry too.”
Abi sat forward. “That antique cabinet was my mother's… a family heirloom meant for Becky.” She tried to clench her fists and couldn't because parts of her hands and fingers were still bandaged. “What else?”
“Anything they could carry. Your silver's gone, crystal's all broken.”
For days, Abi fought waves of depression. She questioned why every
