Later, Abby dropped me off at Trent's so I could get my car. She refused to come inside, though, and was out of the driveway before I even made it onto the porch.
The door swung open, and Trent greeted me with a hug. I melted against him, letting my stress and worries dissipate in his arms.
"How'd it go?" Isach asked. "Is she okay? Is she here? She's not answering my calls."
Reluctantly, I pulled away from Trent and shut the door. "She's. . . overwhelmed, but I think she's handling it okay. She asked a lot of questions, but she's going to need some time."
Isach's face fell with disappointment. He dragged his hand through his hair and nodded.
I glanced around the living room. Whitney was sitting on the couch with Colt and Karina, the three of them deep in conversation. Jax and Wyatt were playing a video game, nudging each other and laughing.