ABIGAIL'S POV
I walked down the hallway and to the guest room where John was staying. There was going to be a get together happening at the Square Dance Hall and we were going. I just had to find out if John wanted to join us or not.
I leaned against the wall and knocked on my door, hearing him get up from a creaking old chair. I remembered that chair. The desk still carried memories with it. I had begged Mama to get rid of the damn thing, but she hadn't.
I still remembered how I had engraved Aaron and I's initials in it in a broken heart, while I was so upset and hiding it. All I had wanted to do was take an axe to that desk and throw the pieces into the back of my truck with the rest of the lumber to take it down to the lumber yard, but my mom loved it too much.
The door opened and m
