Abigail's POV
Gus was awaiting my return, and he greeted me by rubbing against my legs as soon I stepped through the front door. He must have smelled Casper's scent on me because he followed me when I put my shoes in the hallway corner and when I hung up my keys. I kept feeling his soft wet nose kiss my leg.
"Abigail, can you come here?" Momma called from the kitchen. I knew I didn't have much of a choice, so I followed her voice to where she sat at the kitchen table.
"Please, sit," she pointed to the chair across from her. I felt like I got caught sneaking out, but I really was with James this time just like I told her.
"What's going on?" I asked.
“I've been thinking," Momma said. This was a bad start to a bad conversation. I twiddled my thumbs underneath the kitchen table.
"I thin
