Chapter Twenty-OneThe constant wave of morning sick— coupled with the fact that they were on the run— was really starting to take a toll on Abby. Anthony stirred slowly in the next room, ruffling the sheets as he moved about. As early as sunrise Abby was up, in front of the bathroom mirror— her face covered with a thin layer of sweat. Splashing some water on her face and brushing her teeth, Abby moved to the kitchen. The cabinets were empty, nothing edible in them. “Are you alright?” Startled, she spun around and found Anthony standing, watching her. “You got out of bed early.”“Yeah, I was just….sick, nothing else.” Abby pulled open the fridge. It was empty— dirty and empty. “We're out of food,” she told him. “We're going to need groceries and a couple other things if we're planning on staying here any longer.”As much as Anthony appreciated the idea of having some place to stay, this wasn't the place for him.“We can't stay here,” he replied and Abby frowned. “We're not staying
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