I stood in the middle of my bedroom, slightly dazed and wholly confused. I blinked several times and glanced around. What had I come up here for? Right, I had to pack my stuff so I could leave with Dad. I flopped down on my bed and glanced around my room. At least I didn't have a lot of stuff to take with me.
I'd better get to it before he yelled at me. Not that I cared, but with the way my head throbbed, I didn't want to listen to him. Stretching my sore legs, I noticed patches of dirt on my jeans, like I'd been kneeling outside. I studied the spots and then brushed away the dirt. When did that happen?
"Can I come in?" Abby stood in the doorway, a tissue clutched in her hand.
The sight of her brought fresh tears to my eyes. We'd had our problems, but they weren't anything we hadn't been able to get past. She was the sister I'd never had, and now I had to leave her, too.
I stood and hugged her. "I don't want to go."