Abby stared at Liv. She could hear the other two stirring. She flinched, despite herself; she couldn’t play nasty with one Liv and expect the other two not to take it personally - since it was personal, wasn’t it?
“I haven’t even met another Abby.” That was probably the wrong thing to say. “I’ve seen one dead-”
That was definitely the wrong thing to say. “Well, of course you have! Since you want them all dead - tell me, do you even know why? So you can be the One True Abby? It never made any sense to me. But I did figure out that I didn’t mean anything to you. Nothing.” She sneered. Even though this was a strange Liv, Abby could tell that she was hurting. “I figured that much out before you ditched me here.”
“She’s not your Abby.” The voice came from somewhere behind this angry Liv. “You have to remember that. She’s not my Abby, either. So she’s not dead, and she didn’t ditch you anywhere. Yet,” she added tiredly. “She does have this habit of going into situations that can get her killed - but we’re in the Mall. Anything can get her killed.”read on…