Page 85 of Her Daddies' Everything

Hush.

Yeah, she didn’t know him that well, but he had proven to be reliable. Immy could cope with changes in her environment as long as the people in her life remained steady.

“I’m going to go check on Abe and Isaiah,” she said, grabbing her suitcase.

Her hand was instantly brushed away from the handle and she glanced up, surprised to find Jenner frowning down at her.

Why was he frowning at her? What was wrong?

“What is it?” she asked.

“You don’t carry your own luggage, Immy, and you know it.”

She gaped as he stomped up the stairs.

“You know the rules, Immy,” Sampson added, giving her a frown as well.

Sheesh.

She turned to see Tobias looking up the stairs thoughtfully.

“Can you believe them?” She raised her hands into the air. “I’m in trouble for grabbing my bag? Men!”

“Well, you should know better,” Tobias told her.

“Don’t you start!” She waggled a finger at him. She should go up and put her stuff away.

But she needed to see the others. Everything felt . . . wrong at the moment. Her worry about Maeve’s stalker should have disappeared, but all of this confusion about why he’d had a Sentinel tattoo had left her feeling unsettled.

Plus, Lauren seemed to be placing more and more barriers between her and Jenner. Trying to separate them.

Although Jenner had insisted on her sleeping in his room after Maeve’s kidnapping. That had been so nice.

She sighed as she headed to Abe’s door. Abe always had the ability to make her feel better about life. She knocked on his door.

“Abe? You in there?” she called out.

There was no reply.

Worry filled her. “Abe?”

Then his door opened and he stared down at her with a frown. His room smelled musty. As though he needed to open a window. And he looked like he hadn’t had a proper shower in a while.

“Abe,” she said softly, her heart breaking. She wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but she had to do something to help him.

“Immy? What are you doing back? Aren’t you supposed to be gone until Sunday?”

“It is Sunday.”

He rubbed his head. “It is? Shit. That means I’m going to work tomorrow.”

“Yes. You’re supposed to be going to work. So you probably want to shower, right? I’ll change the sheets on your bed while you do.” She ducked under his arm before he could reply.

The drapes were pulled and it really didn’t smell great in here. Which was so unlike Abe. That worry in her gut grew.

“Immy, you’re not changing the sheets on my bed. And I don’t want to shower.”

Immy wasn’t sure what to do or where the tears came from. But a small sob escaped her.

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