The microwave beeped, and he grabbed Abby’s dinner out and sat with her while she ate. Her eyes drooped, and she was barely eating to fall asleep. The third time she nearly face-planted into her plate, Barry picked her up and headed for the stairs. She could have a bath in the morning. He undressed her, feeling weird but telling himself to snap out of it, and pulled her pajamas on before tucking her into bed and kissing her forehead. She was asleep before her head touched the ...