Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail and Sean came out of the hospital, and Abigail heaved a long sigh.

Sean smiled. "What? You don't like them coming to the hospital?"

"It's not that. I just can't get used to it," said Abigail.

Sean looked at her. "You'll get used to it soon enough. Analise seems happy with it. Don't worry. Let them talk to her, or she's going to overthink a lot of stuff."

Abigail knew Analise was happy. Her wish was to have a reunited family. Abigail decided she would toss all those problems behind her. "Let's get dinner. I'm going to see if there's any massage parlor later. My shoulders are killing me."

"Oh, you want a masseuse? I can give you a massage, too, you know." Sean gave her a knowing smile.

Abigail pouted. "Yeah, forget it. You don't even know how to give a proper massage. Sure, you can ease my shoulders for a bit, but the pain will come back stronger tomorrow."

Sean sighed. "So your work's been wrecking your body, huh?"

"No idea." Abigail knew she was in pain, but she had no idea the details of her condition.

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of approval. "Good answer. That's

find anything?"

was. She's Adam's mistress and had his child. Adam promised her

he's only willing to pay 300

are. That woman only makes fifteen hundred a month from being his mistress. That's about eighteen grand a year. Three hundred grand is a big

you get an escort too?" asked Abigail

"What are you talking about? My family's strict. I

nodded. "Colby's time is

long, long time. If one of the family members is a canker, then the whole family's probably bad too,"

enough for love to be spoiled. Long enough for people to

coolly. He had no interest in getting laid all day, every day. He thought it was disgusting. Abigail argued on purpose, "Some people cheat not because of