She peeked out through the slit of her eyelids and tried to give a reassuring smile. Ken saw Abby’s glimmer of consciousness. Jenny: “Hang on, Abs.” David: “I love you, Abby.” Wait. Ken felt a familiar prick of betrayal. What? Was David the father? Tessa glared at her father and turned away. Enough, Ken thought, standing up. This was vintage Abby. Her drama would be all anyone would remember of the night. Not his beautiful home. Not the fabulous catering. Not his extraordinary gift. How long would Abby keep up the show? He’d seen her open her eyes and smile even if no one else had. He didn’t
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