I asked her as a question. But I knew she wouldn't have an answer for that, so I let her off the hook. "How is the trip? Are you teaching those people anything?" I tried so hard to cheer my voice up.
"Uh, Yea, I am, I am teaching them lots. I should be home by Saturday sometime," She answered. I could tell she was trying too. .
"I miss you Abigail. You are my girl, you know that don't you? Come home to me safe and sound, please." I paused but just for a second. "Honey, Sam is getting cranky," I lied, "I have to go. Call you tomorrow."
I set the phone down. I knew but I didn't want to know. I refused to say it out loud as I felt my heart rip apart.
Abigail was home one day, and I was off work. She wanted to cook for us, which scared the hell out of me. At one time Abigail was a good coo
