Snippet #2192359

Abigail jumped at the sound of new voices at the door. All these new people… she wasn't used to it. She turned to find three completely new men in suits just as fancy as Joshua's had been. She hadn't seen so many people dressed up since she'd been home last for one of her parents' parties. Which didn't happen often. Her going home, that is.

"You brought a separate limo for each of us?" So wasteful. People with money. "Couldn't we just take one? I mean honestly, we're not going to kill each other if we're in a single car for the drive…" As annoyed as she was at the wastefulness, she was thankful that the man had promised to continue the care her patients were getting here. She hoped that they accepted the treatments that were offered to them. So many were in need. "Well… thank you," she said, even though she knew the man in the doorway had nothing to do with it

Abby turned and disappeared at the back of her clinic. She made her way up to the tiny apartment above, looking around. There was little there. She owned very few things. But she would miss this place. She grabbed her backpack and went to the small dresser, shoved in the clothes that she could fit, then went over to the nightstand by her bed. She pulled out a photo of her family and gently lay it at the top of the bag. She slid off the white coat she wore and laid it on the bed.

With one last glance around, Abigail turned and headed back down to the clinic area. She knew the two others would be ready to go immediately. They had come to her clinic with nothing. She left everything else there. Someone else would move into the clinic as soon as they realized she wasn't coming back anytime soon, and Abby was fine with that. She flicked off the lights and closed the clinic door, glancing back to fondly run a hand over the rough wood. Then she turned, and strode to the one limo that was left waiting with its door open. Ducking her head in thanks to the man that held the door open, she slid inside.