"I had one all written, actually," Abby admits with a sigh. "Protection for myself until I had an heir and they turned eighteen. So I could see them grow up at least that long."

It wasn't something she talked about often, but the thought came nonetheless now.

"My dad didn't specify. Not well. So his deal... I was only thirteen, but it was considered fulfilled. Dad, Mom, and baby brother headed for a concert. All in the car. And I was home sick with the flu."