She hadn't seen King in days, tried calling him, no answer and no calls back. She even looked for him, with no luck. It made the worst thoughts run through her mind. Maybe he disappeared like she'd heard so many did around here. Or maybe Drake found him and he really was dead this time, or worse. It made an anger and sorrow burn inside her she'd never felt.
She'd been unable to sleep, tossing and turning across the bed. Worry consumed her, but she wouldn't let herself cry, not yet, not until she knew. So she did what she always did. Down in the basement she had her earpiece in, hands wrapped, letting the punching bag have it. Sweat dripped down her body and her eyes stung with tears that she wouldn't let fall.
Abby was pushing herself well past the limit she was used to. Her muscles screamed at her and her body was worn down but she kept going, unwilling to face the fact he might be gone.