a soft but firm voice from behind me spoke. I stopped and swallowed hard as I turned and found myself staring straight at the blonde girl’s face. The look she held was a mixture of fear and nervousness. “Hello. I wanted to try and explain myself from yesterday. It was very impolite of me to run off like I did. I am sorry for being so rude,” she spoke eloquently and articulated each word. My mind was trying to register what she had said, and it took me a few seconds to find the right words to say in return. “Really, you have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn’t have intruded. It was just, I was worried about you,” I confessed, immediately feeling vulnerable that I had just admitted that to her. “That is very sweet of you. I was a little distressed yesterday and not myself. I am Abigail Harper, by the way—but most people call me Abby,” she finished, holding out her right hand.
