Abigail
The printer hummed softly beside me as I gathered the last stack of documents for the quarterly review.
I was just organizing the papers and turning over what could possibly be happening at the station when I felt strong, familiar arms slide around my waist from behind.
Finnegan pulled me back against his chest, his chin settling on my shoulder. His warmth wrapped around me instantly, but I could feel the tension coiled in his body.
"They've taken my mother," he said quietly, his voice low against my ear. "The police already took her to the station."
I stiffened in his arms. A flurry of excitement burst inside me. Finally, the woman responsible for so much pain was finally facing consequences.
But I swallowed it down hard. Gina was still Finnegan's mother. No matter how monstrous she was, this had to be cutting him open.
I turned slowly in his embrace, searching his face.
