Abby looked between her friends — and this other Liv — weakly. She finally let her gaze settle on her Liv.
She could remember, remember that day. They’d prayed, they’d gone to church together in the middle of a snowstorm and they had held hands and prayed.
“All right.” Abby had to make decisions, didn’t she? That was supposed to be what she did, make decisions, help Liv out, steer things.
“We…” She took Liv-Angry’s hand and then reached out for Liv-Skinny’s hand. “We’re going to pray.” Continue reading