The three men looked like the embodiment of every cliché Abby had ever heard about small towns and outsiders. They might as well have been standing underneath an enormous neon sign that spelled out their lack of willingness to hear whatever she and Aaron had to say. No, setting up a new life for herself after she’d left her father’s home hadn’t been easy, not a bit of it, but this… Her mind was reeling as she and Aaron made their way down the hill. She clutched her travel bag with one hand and Aaron’s hand with the other, wishing she could take larger, more determined steps but afraid she’d trip over something, fall head-over-backside down the hill and land in front of those three humorless-looking men with her skirt rucked up around her waist. Or she might knock herself out completely. That was certainly possible; there were a lot of trees in the way. By the time they reached the bottom of the slope, her hands and feet were ice-cold, and she had to resist the urge to look to Aaron for support.
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