Abigail’s Second Life

Scarlett was ecstatic. She took her phone out with excitement and said, "I'll call Josh and tell him to get everything prepared."

"There's not-"

Scarlett had left happily before Abigail could finish. She sighed. Fine. She can do what she wants.

Lawrence approached Abigail. Lovingly, he said, "You can go back to work if you have to. Your mother and I can take care of Analise. It's fine."

"I'm not that busy," Abigail answered. She was a little uneasy toward Lawrence and Scarlett's passionate attitude, but Analise would leave the hospital the next day. She didn't have to face these people anymore, and she was looking forward to it.

Sean knew what she was thinking, and he finally let go of his obsession, though just a bit. She equally refuses everyone who's hurt her.

The meeting with Gary was arranged to be at noon the next day. Gary said he wanted to see Analise, so Analise, who had left the hospital, came back for the visit, too. Gary was still in the ICU, so the visitors got changed before they went in.

Abigail noticed that Lawrence and Scarlett weren't looking as cheerful as before. They looked at Gary, their eyes red. Patricia was there as well. She held Gary's hand tightly, shedding tears in silence. Noticing something, Abigail pursed her lips. Lawrence and Scarlett looked at her expectantly, and she slowly approached Gary.

"Abby..." Gary said quietly, his eyes filled with tears. "I've missed you."

something touched her heart. She blinked, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm here,

thought I could maybe see you

breath, but his breathing sounded like a piece of wood that was about to crack. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry..." Gary

never blamed you. Any of

but he no longer had the chance to make things up to

shoulders. I remember those times. You'd tell me

before he looked

wanted to say no, but she knew it would make Gary feel worse. Patricia took out a patterned rosewood box from the cabinet. The four corners of the box were decorated with gold. It looked nice. Patricia gave the box to Abigail. Hoarsely, she said, "Your grandfather left you this. There are some toys in it.

what caught her eye were the little toys on the papers. Most were trinkets. Some were made of plastic, but some

wore it... around your neck... for years... This lock was left behind... on

Lawrence called

the ECG was getting erratic. She said, "Get the

must go home! You must... go..." Gary tried

eyes were wide open, but the ECG was a straight

"Dad!"

"Gary!"

"Grandpa!"

opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound. Suddenly, something flashed in her mind. She heard silvery laughter, and she took a few steps

quickly took the box and held her in his