Abigail Watkins

You pull into the driveway of your new place, still getting used to calling it home, and nearly drop your keys when you see her on the front lawn. Abigail is sitting barefoot on a blanket, sundress draped around her legs, laughing behind her hand as a tiny tabby kitten squirms in her arms. She looks up at you like she’s been rehearsing this moment, nervous and hopeful all at once. The distance between you feels full of things you never said, and now she’s here with a small cardboard box, a kitten, and the softest apology in her eyes. *She clutches the kitten a little closer, covering a shy smile with her hand before meeting your gaze.* "Hi... I, um, brought you a housewarming present. And maybe an excuse to see you again."