JOHN'S POV
I hadn't been able to sleep all night, too worried about Abigail and the nightmare that she had had the night before. All I could think about while she was screaming and crying in a panic was pulling her into my lap and wrapping her up in my arms. I just wanted to make her feel safe, but clearly, I hadn't helped.
This morning we were loading up rocks into the back of her old truck to take to a rock quarry. I couldn't remember if I had ever been asked to help grab rocks and toss them into a pick-up truck before. There was something rewarding as all hell about doing it though.
For the first time in ages, I felt needed. I mean, sure at work back in New York I felt wanted and like I was a valuable part of the team but nothing like this. This was different than putting some number
