Chapter 143

The microwave beeped, and he grabbed Abby’s dinner out and sat with her while she ate. Her eyes drooped, and she was barely eating to fall asleep. The third time she nearly face-planted into her plate, Barry picked her up and headed for the stairs. She could have a bath in the morning. He undressed her, feeling weird but telling himself to snap out of it, and pulled her pajamas on before tucking her into bed and kissing her forehead. She was asleep before her head touched the pillow. He went back downstairs and cleaned up Abby’s leftover dinner before heating his and Becky’s. He set the table for the two of them, seating them at kitty-corner to each other, and placed their steaming meals down before going back upstairs to get Becky. He met her as she was coming out of his room, a big fluffy robe covering her from neck to ankle. “Hungry?” he asked, and she nodded, following him down to the kitchen. When they were settled at the table and Barry had poured her a glass of wine, he looked a