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“I don’t have a home for my babies,” Abby whispered.

“I have nowhere to go, no money,” she continued, shaking her head.

Though a whisper, the words echoed around the empty room. Cade stared at her in disbelief, everything in him protesting.

Promise me that you’ll be there if ever Abby needs you, Cade, his best friend had said to him.

I promise, Cade had assured him.

Now Abby was a widow—and needed him.

Cade sucked oxygen into his starved lungs, pressed his lips together and muttered, “Okay, buddy.”

“What?” Abby stared at him, frowning.

Cade hefted the two boxes containing everything she owned into his arms and carried them outside to his truck. When he returned Abby was still standing where he’d left her, frowning. She watched him, that faint glimmer of confusion lingering in her eyes. Her defiance had withered away, leaving her small, huddled and, he sensed, very afraid. No way could he leave her like that.

Cade picked up her coat and gently helped her into it.

“What are you doing, Cade?”

“Say your goodbyes, Abby.” He fastened the top two buttons of her coat before moving his hands to her shoulders and gently squeezing. “You’re coming with me.”