Abbey’s POV
It’s our first attempt at an outing, and despite knowing that Robyn and I won’t even be getting out of the truck, I’m still a ball of terrified energy.
Beside me on the couch, Robyn is practically vibrating with excitement, her coat and shoes already on even though both Lincoln and I have both told her that we aren’t leaving for another hour at least.
‘Is it time yet?’ my daughter asks for the fifteenth time, looking up at the small mantle clock that sits over the fireplace in the living room, not that she can tell the time.
‘Soon baby’ I repeat again, hoping my voice doesn’t give away how close I am to vomiting all over the carpet right now with fear.
I can hear Lincoln’s low rumble from down the hall where he’s no doubt talking to one of the men, going over the plan agai
