He simply couldn’t figure what to make of her, her history, her contradictory actions, her evolving presence in his home. There were other curiosities, as well—her fear, which was so pervasive, yet erratic. He thought of her overfamiliarity with Reggie, where she was slick with recklessness. There was no inkling of fear then, not until Douglas arrived. There was also the girl’s changing appearance, her lack of wants, her grace and independence. He remembered his impression when he first beheld her upon her arrival so many months ago, a dusty obligation with withered clothing and barren eyes.
Abby's come a long way but her past is still with her and Douglas better beware.
