Abe watched Alabama try to control the shaking of her hands as they walked up to his mom’s little house. Abe had helped his mother buy the house after he’d been in the Navy for a while. She hadn’t been able to afford anything very big when he and his sisters were growing up, and Christopher wanted to make sure she was comfortable. He wanted to return the love she’d shown to him and his sisters their entire lives.
Abe didn’t ring the doorbell, but instead simply opened the door and walked in. Alabama trailed behind him, nervously clutching the bouquet of flowers she’d insisted on stopping to get before they’d arrived.
She heard feminine voices as they made their way into the house.
“Mom? We’re here!” Abe called out, not stopping.
Alabama couldn’t help but think back to her own childhood
