Abby was completely surprised when Bridget said she was Thomas' daughter. She blinked, then paled, looking from Bridget to Rena and back before remembering it would be best to say nothing. He had moved on, of course he had- Bridget was ten, so surely- oh, that had to have been soon after-
No, she wasn't going to cry. Abby shook her head, trying to clear it. "Of- of course. That makes sense." She watched as Rena ruffled Bridget's hair and idly wondered if maybe she-
But Bridget had merely called Rena her friend. But who- how-
It took a few seconds for Abby to realize that Rena had asked her a question, and she looked back to the other woman. "I- I suppose you could say that," she admitted, looking back to her feet and feeling a little awkward all of a sudden. "Almost eleven years."