SHE

There must have been something in my expression, since Abed’s eyes quickly filled with worry, his hands come up to my shoulders, gently holding me, as if to prevent me falling apart.

“Who was it?” he asks gently, staring directly into my eyes, searching for the answer,

“The police, they have asked me to come down to the station.”

He removes on hand from my shoulder, fishing for his phone, and when he does find it, he squints under the afternoon sun as he scrolls, he finds what he was searching for and presses the phone against his ear.

“Who are you calling?”

“Clay, we would need a lawyer if we would be walking into a station.”

A frown slips over my face, why? we did nothing wrong, and before I could say that, he walks away, the call must have connected. I say my goodbyes to farmer George, and he asks me to come back soon.

“Of course I will, they are right here!” I say as I jog back into the house,

I don’t see Abed anywhere, but I knew he was in the house, the stone walls carried his