Chapter 43

• Annabelle slept in late, so exhausted from everything that she was able to sleep past her normal six-thirty ingrained wake-up time. It was nine by the time she got into her exercise gear and made her way downstairs.
• Haddie was sitting at the little table in the kitchen, her bare feet with bright pink painted toes propped on the empty chair across from her. She eyed Annabelle cautiously from behind her cup of coffee. “Good morning.”
• “Morning,” Annabelle muttered, her normal sunny morning self absent. “I’m gonna go for a run,” she told her as she fastened her audio player to her arm.