Revealing his father was someone still living in Magnolia Bend was a risk. But a calculated one. He needed help and knew he could trust Abigail. “Oh, well, that’s, uh, a hard thing, I guess.” She shifted her gaze, embarrassed, looking endearing in her mom jeans and the white shirt with the snaps. With her hair down and slightly messy and bare feet peeking out at the hem, she looked much more approachable. “It was, but I had plenty of role models in the elders of our community so I never really lacked for male influence.” “Oh,” she said, her forehead crinkling. Several seconds ticked by. “So your mother...” “Oh, she knew. She just wasn’t forthcoming.” “But isn’t it important from a medical history standpoint? Or didn’t you wonder?” “Sure, I’m normal. Mostly.” She picked at a bit of cheese before tossing it in her mouth.
