Joe was asleep. Again.
Abby sat on the edge of the bed, watching his face relax as sleep pulled him under. His eyelashes brushed softly against his cheeks, and the tension that usually lived in his brow had finally smoothed away. When he slept like this, he looked younger. Softer. Not weighed down by everything that had happened to him.
Her chest tightened.
They had come home in time for lunch. Her mother and Brooks had listened quietly while she told them about Lucas leaving, about the decision he and Celia had made for their daughter. Abby had expected shock, maybe even concern when she admitted she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay at the council anymore.
But neither of them had seemed surprised.
She had been thinking about leaving for weeks now, long before everything with Joe explod
