Abby frowned as she stood, crossing the apartment toward the door.
Her mother, Leah, stood just inside the threshold, wringing her hands together. Abby looked so much like her that it still startled her sometimes. The same auburn hair, the same bright green eyes. Even the same crease between the brows when they were worried.
“Thank the Goddess,” Leah breathed when she saw Abby. Her face softened with visible relief. “I’ve been worried sick since your father told me what happened. He’s beside himself and wanted to come get you himself, but I told him I would bring you home.”
Abby stared at her for a long moment, struggling to reconcile her mother’s presence with everything else crashing down around her. Finally, she shook her head as if that might clear the noise in her mind.
“I’m not c
