Sabrina had noticed Ambrose’s absence around the mortuary days ago, ever since before the whole bowling time. She knew a little about what he was going through, having also experienced that one ending to their lives, but she knew he had to be having a much harder time with it than she had. It had been bad enough for her to find everyone dead, to know that they had all died, but he had lived it, had buried Salem for her, had lived out decades on his own, going mad, barely surviving, while she’d been locked behind some stone, no clue as to what was happening in the world around her.
But she also knew that him avoiding everything wasn’t going to help. Just like her throwing herself into everything and anything in Vallo so she wouldn’t have to think about it until the middle of the night hadn’t helped her much.
They probably needed to fill Aunt Hilda in on what was going on, but Sabrina wasn’t even sure how to go about doing that. How did you tell someone that they had died, that the only reason they were alive was because time had been messed with and an alternate reality had been created? It hurt to think about.
Sabrina knew she couldn’t leave Ambrose to his own thoughts for much longer and figured that Dorian’s was the only other place he might have been. She let herself in and headed to the bar, pouring two glasses of whiskey before sitting back down on one of the stools, waiting for her cousin to make his presence known.