Whitney left early the following day, claiming she had homework, but Abby and I knew she was going to meet Luke. They'd officially become a couple last night, and she hadn't stopped talking about him.
I'd seriously considered begging Aunt Beth to let me go home with Whitney, but there was no reasonable explanation as to why - and I couldn't tell her it was because I wanted to see my boyfriend.
"I made homemade chicken soup if you girls are hungry," Aunt Beth said, peeking her head into Abby's room where we were currently sprawled out on her bed.
"How's Dad feeling?" Abby asked.
"Better. He's up and eating today." Aunt Beth smiled, then disappeared back downstairs.
"C'mon." I stood. "Let's go eat."
We walked into the dining room to find them seated at the table. Uncle Dean was pale, but at least he was out of bed. His hair was messy, and he wore a robe that was pulled tightly around his large body.