"We should go," Abby said, standing. Her face was splotchy, and her eyes were bloodshot from crying so much. She looked emotionally drained.
I nodded and headed for the front door.
"Chloe, wait." Trent clutched my elbow. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
I glanced at Abby, who shrugged.
"Go ahead," Whitney said, draping her arm around Abby. "I want to talk to Abby anyway."
With a sigh, I turned and followed Trent into his room. My head was starting to throb, and all that dessert I'd eaten at the diner was now churning in my stomach. Trent closed the door and stood in front of it.
"Look, I'm really sorry about today. I didn't mean to make you worry," I said.
He laughed and shook his head, his expression amused. "I was actually going to apologize to you."
"For what?" I asked.
"For freaking out like I did. I hope you know I don't expect you to tell me where you are all the time," he said, stepping away from the door and closing the distance between us.