ABIGAIL’S POV

I took a drink of my soda and went to pick up my club sandwich when three women walked over. They were all about my age; one looked like she hadn’t even aged since I had seen her last. It had been ages, and I figured they had all moved out of Payson by now.

John looked at me with a curious expression as I set my sandwich down and wiped my hands on the napkin that was in my lap, as they came over.

“Abigail?!” One of the women, Darcy McGregor, smiled ...