“Abbie…your house was broken into and ransacked.” “What?” I breathed. My best friend looked pained as he pushed out the next words. “Your art room has been destroyed.” The next thing I knew, my knees were giving out, and I was heading for the pavement. A strong arm banded around my waist as a gut-wrenching cry escaped my mouth. I doubled over as Beau hauled me back against his body. “No! No! Dave, tell me you’re lying!”
