Chapter 411: Moving Forward, Part 2

I sagged against her, taking comforting in her unwavering support. Gratitude welled up inside of me when I realized she wasn't going to ask me a million questions. She probably realized I wasn't emotionally stable enough to answer them. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Besides, I was positive she'd interrogate Isach later.

I pulled back and said, "There are a few things I need to do. Will you go with me?"

"Of course. I can drive," she said.

"Thanks." I stood. "I'm going to let Whitney know and then put on some shoes."

Twenty minutes later, I was in the front seat of Abby's car, and we were headed toward town. The sun was shining brightly, which didn't help my concussion. While it was getting better, bright lights still bothered me. So did crying too much - that caused the worst type of headache.

"Where to first?" she asked.

"The bank."

Dad had given me and Trent a check before the wedding. Thankfully, he'd made it payable to only me, so I could deposit it into my personal account.