Abigail went to her bedroom, entirely drained from the events of the day. It was more than the one day, though. It was a backlog of emotion, of feelings she had refused to deal with, of quick solutions that had given her more heartache than soothed any real pain.
And all of it came to the front now.
Abigail wanted nothing more than to get into a hot shower, order some hot chocolate to her room with possibly a toasted cheese sandwich, and curl under her pajamas in her blanket. She felt she deserved a small amount of peace before everything that would happen tomorrow would happen. She still wasn’t sure how everything would work out exactly, but she was sure it would.
And because life was just not going to be easy for her, a hot shower wasn’t all waiting for her in her bedroom.
“How dare you!” Charlotte seethed, as soon as Abigail stepped through her threshold.