Martha collected the tray from the maid and dismissed her, she returned her gaze back to Abby's closed door and sighed.

She recalled how upset Abby was when she returned back home last night.

She pushed the door open and walked into the room, her brows drew together when she saw Abby doing yoga.

She had expected to see a torn apart room or perhaps a crying Abby cuddled up in a blanket.

Martha placed the tray of food on the table and opened the curtains to lighten up the semi dark room.

Abby opened one of her closed eyes to see what her mum was up to.

"Abby can...