~Abigail's POV ~
[Alex: Don't do this to me, Abby. I'm worried sick about you. Yes, I've been swamped with the company and, you know, family, but you can tell me anything. If you tell me to come over there and get you out, I will.]
The message makes my chest ache. I'd told Alex everything that's been happening. Well, almost everything... and now she's worried sick. She always is. But Alex has her own life. She's the heiress of an old-money family. Wealthy, powerful, and constantly watched. The last thing I want is to drag her into my mess.
[Me: I'm fine. Really. Just check up on Debbie and Esther if you can. I can do this. I'm just meeting my in-laws.]
