Chapter 9
Sundays were usually busy at the River City, and this one was no exception. Crowds made the time pass quickly, which Preston liked; it helped that Roger never worked weekends if he could help it. In no time at all, two o’clock rolled around and Preston shucked off his apron, eager to head home and shower the stench of grill off of his skin and out of his hair.
He couldn’t wait to see Cam again.
Abby was playing with her dolls in her room when he came home. After seeing Mrs. Schroedinger on her way, Preston told Abby to change into her fairy dress while he washed up. As he was in the shower, lathering his hair, he felt a chill cut through the hot water and saw the shower curtain billow slightly, then heard his daughter call out, “Daddy?”
Peering around the edge of the curtain,
