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Abigail pulled up on the kerbside outside Aunt Cora’s house. The first thing she noticed was the empty drive; Scott’s truck was missing, which, she told herself, didn’t mean anything. He could have left early to go somewhere. And it didn’t mean he was trying to avoid her, either; he couldn’t possibly know she was coming this morning. “Dang it, Scott! Where are you?”
Before she exited her car, Abigail checked her cell for the umpteenth time. Did she expect him to just text her? He’d run off during the wedding reception, after almost kissing her. She’d been that close. Abigail sighed.
Stepping up to the front door of Aunt Cora’s place, she knocked, hard. After a minute, she knocked again, hearing Aunt Cora’s voice telling her to be patient. When Aunt Cora asked who it was, Abigail shou
