Fortunately morning traffic had thinned by the time Preston left the restaurant, so he didn’t hit any snags on the way home. He didn’t bother running up to Abby’s room to search for something for her to wear; digging through the disaster zone that was her bedroom closet would’ve taken most of the time he had left. Instead he found a pretty, sparkly top and a pair of jeans folded in a basket in the laundry room off the kitchen, waiting to be taken upstairs and put away. There was a clean dress hanging up there, as well, but she’d been wearing a dress when she left for school, and apparently that hadn’t been good enough for Ms. Davis, so Preston didn’t want to push the issue. The jeans wouldn’t show up in the picture anyway. Abby was tall enough that, if she managed to get in her class photo
