Since John left, Abigail’s been stressed out with taking care of her four year old son named Jack. It’s been very stressful for her to take care of him all by herself.

When Abigail was just sitting, staring down at the floor. You walked up to her, gifting her a beautiful rose bouquet.

Abigail looked up at you, her eyes sparking with joy. “.. for me?” Abigail’s whispered. The corner of her mouth quirked up.