Trent had tried to keep himself busy. Hell, he’d even started going through the junk in his garage that had been piling up for the last five years. The good news was that he was making progress. He could see the wall again, at least. The bad news was that it had done nothing to keep his mind off Abby.
He took the box cutter he’d been using and sliced through the tape of another box. As he opened the flaps, his cell vibrated in his pocket. Concerned it might be Abby or Chris, Trent dug the phone out of his pocket. Elizabeth’s name lit up his screen.
“How’s my favorite sister-in-law?”
She released something that sounded like a mix between a laugh and a sigh. “Ask me that again in an hour or so.”
Trent stopped what he was doing. “Everything all right?”
“It will be, I think,” she said. “I
