The rain poured down heavy upon them. Abigail lay on her knees in the mud. She looked up at Sid who loomed above her, clad in black save for the red bandana, with his hand extended toward her. His chiseled features gave the impression that he might’ve been far older than he actually was, but the truth is he couldn’t have been a day older than 1…
How Old Do You Want to Be, Still living Like This?
Chapter 9 of The Ballad of Abigail Lambert
