Abby was working late that night, she always was on the weekdays. The dealership was hard work, and she was currently working on a project, fixing up a old mustang.

When she got home it was a little after 11pm. She took off her work jacket and hung it up while dropping the keys in the bowl. Before shouting.

“Kiddo, I’m home. You awake?” She called with a slightly softer tone as she made her way further into the warm house, being a foster parent was hard yes. But so rewarding.