her sister for a while. That bothered more than she wanted to admit, despite the angry words she’d thrown at Abby earlier. Tonight was her engagement party and Abby was her sister. Her support meant the world to Jessica. She’d hoped Abby wouldn’t take her seriously, but apparently, she had.
Justin approached, wrapping his arms around Jessica’s waist. He embraced her in an affectionate way as he dipped his chin to her shoulder. “Are you okay?” he murmured into her neck.
“Yep,” Jessica said, fighting back tears. She couldn’t cry tonight. She was happy and loving her life right now. She would smile and show everyone around her just how thrilled she was to be marrying Justin.
“They’ll be okay. They’ll realise we’re in love.”
She hoped what he was saying would be true. Jessica didn’t think she could handle it if Abby was a no-show at her wedding.
“Where are we?” Sam asked.
Abby slipped the driver some money, paying for the taxi. “Thank you,” she said, ignoring Sam’s question for the moment.
They both got out of the car. Abby watched the taxi drive away before she turned her attention toward a traditional style one story house. The outside looked the same despite the tall oak tree that once stood just to the left of the front window.
“So where are we?” Sam asked her again.
Abby let go a deep breath she didn’t realise she had held in. “This is where I used to live with Steven and Jess—before our parents passed away.”
“You grew up here?”
Abby nodded her head, unable to get the words out without choking up. She hadn’t been back here since the day she had helped Steven and Jessica move out. That was also the day she had transferred to another country. It had been hard being so far away from Steven and Jessica. She had never lived so far away from them before. She thought it would be good for them, that it would bring them closer together, and she had been right. Even though she was far away, Abby cherished her siblings more now than she ever did.
She didn’t think coming back would churn up as much heartache as she was experiencing now.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked. He reached out to her, but she pulled away from him.
“I’m all right,” she said. “You don’t need to be here. I’d much rather do this alone.” She didn’t know what Sam was doing here, anyway. He could have stayed behind in the taxi, but instead he was standing beside her.
“I want to be here. Besides, where else would I be? I have nowhere else to go except back to the hotel I’m staying at.”
Abby didn’t know how to respond other than say, “Thank you.” It had been a long time since any man had shown her as much kindness as he was showing her right now.
“Are you going to knock on the front door?” Sam asked.
Abby shook her head. “No. It would be nice to see what the house looks like on the inside, but I don’t want to disrupt the family that’s living there now. They’ll think I’m a weirdo for wanting to explore the house they now call home.”
“Correction, they’ll think that we’re both weirdos for exploring their home. But if we tell them it was the house you grew up in, I think they’ll understand and maybe even sympathise with you. It’s sentimental. I’m sure they’re nice people. What do you say?”
Abby didn’t say anything, which prompted further questioning from Sam.
“What were you going to do? Stand outside the house and take a picture? Then people will think you are a weirdo.”
Abby knew he had a point. She didn’t know what she was going to do. Maybe she was just going to stand here and look at the house. All she knew was she had to see it again.
“We’re here. I think we should at least knock on the door and ask if it would be okay to take a tour of what used be your house. And even if they’re not home or they don’t allow us inside, at least we tried and you can say it wasn’t a complete waste of a trip.”
Before Abby could
Harry Connolly
J.C. Isabella
Alessandro Baricco
S. M. Stirling
Anya Monroe
Tim Tigner
Christopher Nuttall
Samantha Price
Lisa Mondello, L. A. Mondello
Katherine Ramsland