“How is Abby? I thought about calling her, but I didn’t know if she’d want to talk to me.” The hesitancy in his mother’s voice unsettled him. His mother was usually a rock, especially in uncertain situations.
“She’s afraid we all hate her. I’ve been trying to convince her that’s not the case.”
His mom was quiet for several moments. “While I don’t understand why she kept this to herself all these years, I don’t hate her. I don’t think your brother does either, as hurt and angry as he is right now.” Her voice got quieter as she continued. “I remember what it was like to be twenty. I can’t imagine being single and finding out I was pregnant. Maybe I would have done the same thing. I don’t know. We can never know until we are in that position.”
A smile pulled at the sides of Trent’s mouth.
