The limousine’s engine purred softly as it rolled down the long gravel driveway. Abigail waved until it disappeared beyond the gates, her family’s laughter still echoing faintly in the air. For a moment, she just stood there watching the dust settle with her hand still midair. Then exhaled a long, contented sigh.
It had been a perfect day.
Perfect in the way simple things could be.
Her father had hugged her three extra times before leaving. Her mother had slipped in one last piece of advice about “feeding the man before he gets too grumpy.” Trina and Troy had promised to visit again soon, while Coleen and Cristin were too busy comparing who got more kisses from baby Callie to even say goodbye properly.
Abigail’s heart felt full, so full it almost hurt.
She looked down at the little bo
