JOHN’S POV

I wanted to help Abby as much as I could, but I didn’t know what she would be okay with. I paced in the kitchen of our little cabin, trying to figure out how I was going to bring it up to her. How was I going to push her a little and not too much?

She walked into the kitchen with her empty teacup, and I swung around to confront her. It seemed like the perfect time for now. She looked at me with a curious expression like she knew I was about to bring something ...