After Abby returned home, she had a thought about Rose. What if she was mad and avoiding her? Although, she couldn’t imagine why she would be mad. All she had ever done is help her. Maybe she was still sleeping in front of her salon, but Abby hadn’t caught her yet. After all, she’d only gone outside looking once. Abby set the alarm for four o’clock before going to sleep. Surely, if she was sleeping there, Rose would be in place by four.
When the alarm went off, Abby couldn’t remember why she had set the alarm. When it finally dawned on her, she jumped out of bed, slipped her feet into shoes, and left her apartment wearing sweats. She glanced next door and didn’t hear any sounds coming from the apartment, so she crept down the stairs as quiet as a burglar. Once at the door, she looked both
