On Saturday morning Abby went about her routine of getting ready, her thoughts more on her conversation with Trent last night than on what she was doing. They’d talked on the phone until almost midnight. It had been nice to hear his comforting voice on the other end of the line, even if he was six hundred miles away.
They’d made plans to go see a football game. With everything going on, Trent asking her to go to a game had struck her as funny and she’d dissolved into a fit of laughter. He’d patiently waited for her to get herself back under control, and then changed the tone of the conversation completely by saying he missed her.
Abby sat down at the end of her bed and sighed. Things with Trent were getting really serious, really fast. Logically she knew she should walk away, but the tho
