At that moment, upon hearing what Jerry just said, Abigail's eyebrows slowly arched in surprise. Her head tilted slightly as she stared at him, still trying to piece together why this unknown woman would be demanding to meet her. The question slipped out of her lips before she could even stop herself.
"Why is she demanding to see me?" Abigail asked, her tone a mixture of confusion and suspicion. "What's going on here, Jerry?"
Jerry's response wasn't defensive. In fact, he simply smiled that calm, collected smile he often used whenever she overthought things. The corners of his lips curved upward, and there was almost a teasing warmth in his eyes as he leaned back a little.
"Abigail," he said softly, with that voice that always managed to soothe her no matter how flustered she was, "you worry way too much. It's not a big deal. Rebecca just wants to be friends with you that's all. You have nothing to worry about."
