Page 33 of The Best Worst Mistake (Off-Limits #2)

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The driver of the bus comes tumbling down the stairs toward us, wrapping Abby up in a long hug, rocking her back and forth, holding her like a child tucked safely between her arms.

The woman pulls her back, only long enough to study Abby’s tear-stained face, then squeezes her in again, repeating, “I’m sorry .

. . I’m sorry . . . I’m sorry.” And finally, “I had to. You know I had to. I hope you did what I always told you to do. I hope you got out of there and never looked back, baby.”

“I did,” Abby answers, nodding. “And I know you had to do what you did. I didn’t at the time, but I do now. Thank you. I know now, I promise. Thank you . . . thank you . . . thank you.”