ABIGAIL’S POV

I was spiraling, lost in my thoughts and what had happened. The feeling of his hands on my skin and his body pressing against mine wouldn’t leave me alone. I was spinning and falling and lost in a rabbit hole. One that was filled with negativity and objects of painful memories rather than tea pots and lovely ornate furniture like ‘Alice’ had in ‘Wonderland’.

Suddenly a voice called to me from the dark tunnel.

“Abby?”

My name bubbled to ...