Abby turned to face her, and blood rushed to Eden’s cheeks as if Abby could hear her thoughts. “I’m sorry,” she said clumsily. “I wanted a glass of water.” “You don’t need to apologize,” Abby said gently. “It’s your own home.” She kept talking in this placid, soft voice. Had she been like that as a child? Eden remembered Abihail differently, shouting a lot and prattling endlessly.
