Elizabeth stayed close to her husband, plainly curious as to whatever was about to take place. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. Trent felt bad for her, too. This would affect her and Chris both.
Chris took a good look at Abby and frowned. “You’ve been crying.”
“It’s been a long day.” She rubbed her palms down her sides in a nervous gesture. “Do you want to have a seat?”
Chris seemed reluctant to move, but Elizabeth took his hand and guided him over to the couch. Abby closed the door and trailed after them. She sat down in the high-backed chair a couple of feet away.
Trent remained lounging against the wall, watching the awkwardness of the situation. He debated asking Elizabeth to join him in the kitchen to give Chris and Abby some privacy, but decided against it. Abby loo
