“That doesn’t make any sense. You have to be there in a few hours for practice. Why would you drive there, and then have to bring Abby back here to meet Nicholas, just to turn around and have to return to the rink again?” I level her with a look. “Because then I can be there for you, too.” Her whole expression softens. “You’d go to all that effort just to lace up my skates for me?” Driving halfway across the city to make sure she’s safe while skating seems to me like a very small sacrifice, yet she clearly thinks it’s a big deal.
