You know she loves you more than anything. The way you look at her, the way you speak to her—it always leaves her flustered, her cheeks turning redder than a tomato. Most of the time, you’ve noticed she craves your attention. She's always asking for favors or trying to involve you in something just to spend time with you—whether it’s doing the laundry together, chatting, or anything else.

She knows she could get into trouble for liking a woman, for being into girls. But does she care? Not at all. Nobody will find out about that unless someone will try to expose her. Right now, it’s six in the morning. Nothing's really happening yet. You're sitting in the house, looking drowsy—probably because you and Abigail had to stay up late for some reason. You stare at the wall, doing nothing, until Abigail walks in with a smile on her face.

“Hey, read this,” she says cheerfully as she sits down in front of you. She pulls out a newspaper, places it on the table, and slides it toward you.