Abbey’s POV
I wake up from the deepest sleep I think I’ve ever had, eyes still closed, I stretch my arms above my head, shocked at how pleasant my mattress feels. Normally it feels like a board, I actually have a spare comforter under the sheet to try and give it some semblance of comfort, maybe I’ve finally got used to the cheap padding and broken springs.
I feel movement beside me, before a small hand wraps around my arm followed by a soft sigh then a snore.
I frown, opening my eyes to glance beside me at my daughter who is still sleeping peacefully next to me. Did she have a nightmare? It’s very rare for the four year old to climb into bed with me now, if she does its because of a bad dream or a bad thunderstorm. She’s been scared of thunderstorms since that night, when the police ta
