Evan asked. “Or maybe for a hike? Or could you show me how to ride the horse?” Abby reached for Toby, but he shrank away from her toward the door. It had become a troubling pattern this first week. They were both talked almost to tears. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “We have to do chores.” “What about after?” “Laundry and dinner,” she reminded him. It was the whole reason they’d come to town for a second grocery run in a week. How did such a small person eat so much, talk so much and dirty so many clothes? Despite all that, the little boy was a welcome addition to her life. So much so that it was hard to imagine what it had been like without him. Though he’d become the star of her nightmares. Last night Wallis had chased him across the field under a bloodred sky. Abby looked in the review mirror. “Listen. For a.
