Abbey’s POV
We’ve finished unpacking, and I hate to admit how homely the bedroom looks with our belongings dotted around it. Robyn has disappeared downstairs with one of her dolls and the little travel picnic box she has, so she can have a tea party. She announced that she was going to invite Linc, and I couldn’t help the smirk that crawled across my face at the thought of the burly Navy Seal sitting around a coffee table drinking pretend tea from a pink princess cup.
Digging out my cell, I light up the screen, cringing when I see a dozen missed calls from the hospital. Yesterday, I had been so focused on getting Robyn to safety, that I hadn’t even thought to contact work and let them know I wouldn’t be in for my shift.
I bite my lip nervously, wondering if I should ring them, it’s not
