#Chapter 261: Working It Out

Abby The next day dawns with a mix of relief and trepidation. Karl and I are sitting in the living room, waiting for the police to arrive. I can’t help but feel a knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. Reliving the events of yesterday, recounting the trauma… It’s not exactly something that I’m looking forward to. Karl, noticing my worry, reaches out and takes my hand. His touch is warm and comforting, and it eases some of my anxiety. He held me all night last night—no sex, no strings attached, just his warm presence beside me. And I think I needed that more than I realized. “You’ve got this, Abby,” he says gently. “I’ll be right here through the whole thing. We’ll catch those assholes and put them behind bars.” I nod, grateful for his support. “I sure hope so,” I reply, my voice trembling slightly. The police car pulls up in front of the house, and two officers step out. They make their way up the driveway and ring the doorbell. We exchange a glance, and then Ka