A fork in the road.... [WASHINGTON. Closed to Robert]

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Sitting on the porch, knees bent and pressed to her chest, Abigail leaned against Sam and curled up beside him. She hadn't said anything much, if at all since- since it happened. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know who was taking it worse her or Gabby. Maybe her, probably Gabby. She didn't really understand, she didn't understand it at all that their mom was gone and she wasn't coming back.

"You need to get to work," Abigail said, her face dry. She didn't even know if she could cry any more. It all felt weird inside. Pushing Sam out, she waved as he left and she heard fresh screams and tears from Gabby inside. Until she stopped, the soothing sound of someone else in their home making it better for her. Abby wasn't much help at the moment, she didn't know what to do.

Pressing her face against her knees, she hugged herself tighter and tried not to think about it. Tried not to think about her mom lying there in a hospital bed, small and sick and dead.