Abbey’s POV
I shuffle toward the beaten woman as best I can with my hands behind my back. My knees protest against the cold, hard concrete as I inch my way toward her.
There is a man either side of her, silently guarding her, but neither make a move to stop me as I approach her, instead, they act as though neither of us exist.
Mrs Fallow’s eyes are glued to my face as I approach, and I take in the pain that’s written there, pain that I caused.
As I reach her, she leans closer to me, resting her head against mine as I lean into her.
‘What are you doing here Abbey?’ she asks hoarsely, ‘how did you get here? Did . . ‘ her eyes widen as she jerks up looking behind me, ‘did THEY get you? Did they bring you here?’
I swallow thickly, blinking back my tears, ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for
