Abigail Thomas Writer Novels & Stories

Not only had Naomi protected the woman throughout the entire celebration, but she had also completely erased her digital footprint. Abigail walked back to the window. The sun had begun to set, leaving behind a golden glow that was reflected in the window. “All this time,” Abigail said softly, “I believed there was still space for me.” Warrick did not interrupt her. He gave her the space to express even the slightest hint of what she felt.