Abby slowed the car down as she got to the crossroad, fields of green in every direction. She turned left, listening to the music from her Spotify, trying to tune out Eden. The woman was speaking to the babysitter. Again. Fourth time in a three-hour drive. And as they got farther and farther from home, the anxiety in Eden’s voice was more and more apparent—until it was almost unbearable. Abby didn’t judge her. It’d been only two months. And it was the first time Eden had left Nathan and Gabrielle for a whole day since . . . well, since they had been born.
