Chapter 11: You Lost Your Chance
Abigail’s POV
I heard Momma’s heels clatter up the steps to the front door, and I counted each step as she walked. I heard the squeak of the loose final step before she opened the front door.
Momma stepped in, and I heard the jingle of the keys over the hook by the door. “Abigail?” She called, then turned the corner to the living room.
Elle slumped on the couch with her hands on her lap, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. I sat up on alert with my hands folded in my lap like I was ready to pray. I should have started praying at that moment. I needed any extra help to get through this next confrontation I could sense hovering on the horizon.
“Oh,” she walked into the living room with her purse still in her hand, but she had her heels off by now. “Hello?”
“Hi! Momma!” I was overly enthusiastic. “We made cookies! They’re in the kitchen if you want them!”
She wouldn’t take a bite of my bait.