Abby
I’m standing in my old bedroom, surrounded by the furniture that I used to call my own, when there’s a knock on the door. Karl’s voice comes through a moment later before I can even get up.
“Abby?”
I jump to my feet and start smoothing down my hair for reasons that I can’t even begin to comprehend. “Come in.”
The door opens, and Karl steps in. He looks as handsome as ever in his tailored suit, his hair neatly combed to the side. I suddenly feel like a slob in my oversized sweater and jeans with my hair in a messy bun from the three-hour car trip.
“Hey,” he breathes.
I swallow. “Hey.
I can see the surprise and warmth in Karl’s eyes as he takes in my presence. A few moments pass, and then, unable to contain myself any longer, I rush towards him and throw my arms around him in a t
