EPILOGUEABBY
NINE MONTHS LATER
Abby walked out onto the porch. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on the railing. And watched as Cain rained blows down on a punching bag hung in the tree. Sweat glistened off his chest and ran down his back. He still spent most of his time barefoot and bare-chested, wearing only low-slung sweatpants. He had shirts and shoes, but he never wore them unless she made him. Like when they went to the secured facility.
After Cain had killed Dougherty, Abby had called Davidson. Once he had arrived at the cabin he had thankfully taken over. Cain killing Dougherty and the guard had been deemed self-defense. So, after making a short report, there was no more done on the matter.
The first few days in Abby’s apartment had been easier than she thought it would’ve
