Chapter 108: Abby

Abby pulled into her parking spot at the courthouse, staring out at the frozen, dead landscaping in front of her. Bushes that were nothing but a skeleton of branches, piles of brown, crusty snow littered with dead leaves.

All rather what her heart felt like, actually. Dead and brown and frozen.

Which felt awfully dramatic, but also damn true. Blinking twice, she realized that she was still in her car. She should get out, and you know, go to work or something. She heaved a sigh and clambered out of her car.

Today was going to be awful, no doubt about it. Her father was going to pull her into his office and tell her that this was exactly what he knew was going to happen, and how dare she go to this party with Wyatt; didn't she know what kind of a guy he was?

Something he so conveniently proved yet again.

She trudged towards the door of the jail. One foot, the other foot. She slipped inside quietly, the bell jingling overhead alerting everyone to her presence anyway. Dammit.