Chapter 80 New Horizons
- Karl
- The sun is barely hovering above the horizon as I pull up in front of Abby’s apartment building on Friday morning.
- I can’t help but smile as I think about the day ahead of us. My black car idles, the hum of its engine drowned out by the pop song playing on the radio—a song I can easily imagine Abby singing along to, although I don’t personally care for that kind of music myself.