James’s POV.
“Molly?” I press, circling my thumb on her lower back as she snuggles tighter into me.
“Hmm?” She replies.
“Can I ask you some questions without you getting upset?” I ask nervously.
She sits up eyeing me in a way that almost looks like concern,
“Sure, what’s up?” She asks, light a cigarette.
“What’s your middle name?” I got nervous, I’m gonna start slow.
“Wren. What’s yours?”
“Asher, after my grandfather. What are your parent’s names?” I dig. She straightens her back and clears her throat.
“Elise and Carl. My father passed away when I was a child. What are yours?” She asked, running from my questions, she gets up and pulls out an easel from her closet. So Elsie is her mother?
“Yara and Monroe.” I run my fingers over the stubble on my chin, watching her body langu
