Chapter 36: Running Away

Abigail slept the night in her old bed, in her old bedroom. And though the mattress was hard and uncomfortable, it was the best night's sleep she had had in weeks.

The next morning, Abigail woke up without an alarm, and found herself in an empty kitchen. Her mother always slept in when she had the chance, it was both the best luxury she could afford, and the cheapest healing tool for her body. Whichever way she looked at it, she needed to sleep, and so she did.

Abigail reached into the cupboards and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She then sat, curled on the couch with her bowl, and chewed peacefully.

So different to how her mornings had been going with her father. There, she had woken the same minute every day, to the blaring alarm at her side, and showered and dressed in the best suit she could find, to have breakfast with her father, grasping on to the only few minutes she might have with him, before each of them taking their own cars to the same office.

Abigail didn't think le