Chapter Three
Old Friends Return
Abigail turned a cold shoulder on Aaron, rolling over in bed as soon as her husband climbed in beside her.
“Abby,” he said, tenderly. “It's time to put our past disagreements aside.”
She was silent, and Aaron shook her shoulder lightly, trying to get her to budge from her fixed place. She wasn't budging.
“If you're still fuming about this morning, I think you'd better stop,” he said. He hoped she would accept the move to Brighton Springs without any more fuss, though now he wasn't sure. When she'd told him, “Don't bother to come to our bed tonight, because you won't be welcome!” he assumed that was just an empty threat that a few calm hours would take of. Apparently he was wrong.
“Abigail,” he whispered her name softly, thinking she might respond to a
