“Aaron no!” Abigail exclaimed. “How could you ever...”
“Very easily, considering her past.”
“But that was the past.”
“I just don't know, I just don't know.” He shook his head and breathed out a heavy-hearted sigh, then walked toward the door. At the last minute he turned about and leveled another penetrating stare.
“If you know anything, Abigail, you'd better tell me,” he said.
“You know I would,” she said meekly in response.
Did he hear how her voice quivered, or see how her knees were knocking under her skirt, or how her whole body tensed up at his warning? Leaving straight-away, she hoped that all those clues to her guilt passed him by. And with the stew he was in, she imagined they had. But once alone, Abigail broke out in tears, thinking of her whole horrible morning, and the aw
