“How’d you find that?” Abby murmured, her voice coming out hoarse and thin, like it had scraped its way up her throat.
“I believe I asked first,” Lucas snapped.
Abby didn’t answer. There was no version of the truth that didn’t drag Norah into this, and she wasn’t willing to do that. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable.
Lucas, being Lucas, didn’t need a confession. His eyes flicked over her face, her stiff posture, the way she hovered in the doorway like she might bolt at any second. His jaw tightened before he blew out a long, frustrated breath.
“That’s what Norah brought you this morning.” He dropped the paper back onto the stack beside him. “That’s what you were doing in here all day.”
Still, Abby said nothing. She watched him rake a hand through his hair, his gaze moving
