She knew Mike, but only in bits and pieces.

He had been busy lately, mainly with his new job, leaving her to watch over Abby during the nights. She heard the familiar sound of keys turning in the lock, before the door swung open and shut behind him, softly. Then she heard the thump of him setting down his stuff— carelessly.

The couch cushions squeaked quietly as he sat beside her, a hand reaching out to pull the blanket over her exposed back.