The dawn air was cool against her skin as Abigail strolled down the nearly deserted street with a piece of warm bread on her hand. She loved this hour. She loved the hush before the city stirred, when it felt like the world belonged only to her.
But then her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She fished it out of her coat pocket and smiled faintly at the name on the screen.
“Morning walk again?” Trina’s voice came through, teasing right off the bat.
“Of course,” Abigail answered, amused. “It’s the only time the streets don’t feel like a racetrack. No cars, no noise, just peace.”
“Peace,” Trina snorted. “You mean you don’t want anyone seeing your swollen penguin walk.”
Abigail gasped in mock offense and pressed a hand dramatically to her chest even though no one was around. “Penguin w
