Abby stared at her bowl of breakfast cereal in front of her, pushing the soggy Corn Flakes around the bowl mindlessly. She was supposed to go out to Adam's place today. She was supposed to hang out with Genny and the horses and of course, see Wyatt.
Wyatt, who hated her guts, all because of something she had no control over. Did he think she enjoyed falling onto the bike and wrecking her stomach, and any chance of a normal adulthood? She'd known since elementary school that she didn't get to fall in love. She didn't get to get married. No one would love someone like her, who couldn't have children.