Something is bothering you.

Abigail curled up on her bed, clutching her pillow. Her heart was racing, and her unexpected encounter with Christopher was replaying in her mind. She was right in his arms, his warm body against hers, his familiar musky aroma enveloping her.

How she wished time to pause at that moment so that she could be with him like that forever.

She wanted to apologize for the sins committed by her father and sister, taking responsibility for their actions and hoping against hope that he would find it in his heart to forgive her.

'Will he forgive me?' she wondered.

Doubts clouded her excitement. Abigail recalled how much Christopher adored Alison.

His world used to revolve around her. Even though he had moved on in his life, he couldn't forget her death. The pain of her loss still lingered in his heart, evident in his unwavering devotion to her memory. He wouldn't let her murderers walk away freely, and he would never forgive her either.