“My father and I did so as well. We shared many laughs around this table,” Abigail said, running her hand lightly over the smooth wood. She cocked her head. She had not spoken very much of her father’s passing, especially not to her mother. There had been many heartaches the past years for her, and often she had felt very alone. Especially after her father’s death.
So they had this house before Mrs. Roth's illness?
