"Come in love." Ron held Abby's arm as she almost fell through the door.
Glad to be home, but at the same time dreading the conversation to come, Abby wept. Her dad's face, so concerned, so sad, had broken her. She had been crying for herself in the police cell and now she was crying for him. Sinking into the sofa, she put her head in her hands to avoid seeing him.
"I'll put the kettle on. A nice cup of tea and then we'll have a chat."
An escape to her room was contemplated, but Abby would stay and face the music. This horrible conversation had to happen and it was better to hold it now than have it hang over her. Halfway down the mug of tea, she made eye contact with her father again and he spoke.
"I'm a bit confused by all this. You said that you had been arrested for breaking into the house in Meadow Lane."
"Yes."
