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Chapter Four-4
By the time Darcy finished the sketchy tale, the two were in her bedroom. Abigail pulled off her friend's damp clothes and tossed a nightgown over her shoulders. Pushing her into bed, she pulled a hefty comforter over Darcy's exhausted body. “Abigail!” Aaron spoke sharply from outside the door. “Yes, yes, I'm coming,” she replied. “I'll be all right,” Darcy whispered to her. “I'm better, I really am, but I'm so tired.” She didn't have to say more, for she was fast asleep before Abigail left the room. “Aren't you going to say anything?” Abigail asked her stoic husband once she'd joined him in their bedroom. “Talk about tonight? No. There will be plenty of time to talk in the morning. Right now you're going to sleep and so am I.” “Aaron please, let me explain,” Abigail cried. Aaron ga
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