Genevieve's heart thudded so loudly as she stared at Abigail, while her hand stayed on the doorknob, unsure if she had really heard those words from her lips or if she had imagined it.
Slowly, she turned fully to face Abigail. "You spoke," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "You spoke to me."
Abigail gave a small nod but didn't look away. She knew that Genevieve knew now that she could speak, but Genevieve didn't know that she was aware, so she figured it would be a big deal to Genevieve if she opened up to her.
"Thank you, Genevieve," Abigail said again, her voice was quiet. But it was clear and warm.
This time, there was no mistaking it. Genevieve saw her lips move. Genevieve's throat tightened as a wave of emotions washed over her.
