Chapter 95: Wyatt

Life around Abby was maddeningly wonderful. Horribly amazing. Stupendously awful.

All of that and more.

They'd settled into a routine; when she wasn't working at the courthouse or out on patrol, he'd come pick her up and drive her out to Adam's place. They'd laugh and chat the whole way out there, and then go their separate ways once they arrived. Abby had a group of kids who loved her and anytime she wasn't able to make it out there, they spent the whole time whining to anyone who would listen about it.

Not that he could blame them. Without Abby there, there was no sunshine. There was no happiness. Which seemed utterly dramatic and over the top to him, but also damn true.

Rhonda told him the other day that he was happier than she'd seen him since she'd started working with him. Which was also true. He wanted to smile now, which wasn't something he could've necessarily said before. It was, to be quite honest, a totally new experience.