Chapter 48: Hello, Dad

Abigail’s POV

“Sh*t, we slept in!” Elle leaped out of bed before I did.

We spent the night with James drinking too many beers and sharing kisses with the lingering taste of alcohol on the couch. We made our way to our bed but collapsed in exhaustion only after taking our bras off.

“What time is it?” I rubbed my eyes. The digital clock read 11:22 a.m.

“Hurry up and get dressed!” Elle called, but she was already sprinting down the stairs.

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I fumbled down the stairs in a casual sundress and light mascara so it would hide the droopiness in my tired eyes.

Elle was sprinting around the apartment. She had the water left running on some dirty dishes, a bottle of spray cleaner on the floor outside the bathroom door, and she was rubbing a lint roller over our cat hair-covered couch. Peaches was trying to swat the roller as it glided over the cushions.

“Not now, Peaches!” Elle scolded her.

She put Peaches on the floor with a light plop.

“Elle?” I asked.