It didn't take long for Abby to let Max into her house. For one, he was soaking wet, and it was late at night.
But more importantly, it was the first time, the very first time, that Max had ever actively sought her out.
Although Abby felt a little embarrassed about her bright yellow duck pajamas and the fact that she had absolutely no makeup on, she didn't let it show. With a calm expression and her usual gentle smile, she handed Max a towel.
"You're soaking wet," she said. "I think it might be better if you take a shower and change into some dry clothes. My dad's should fit you. He won't mind."
There were no immediate questions from her. No why are you here, no what happened. Not yet.
That was just the kind of person Abby was, the best kind of person to be around when someone needed time to sit in their thoughts.
