18
Molly
Somehow, I managed to drive my Jeep to my apartment, despite my shaking hands. Once inside, I called Avery. I hadn’t been a very good bestie to her lately, since I’d been so preoccupied with Grant and Scout, but she was the kind of lifelong friend who would understand.
“Molly!” she sounded chipper as she answered the line.
“I need you.” Those three simple, desperate words were all I could manage.
Avery proved herself to be exactly the kind of friend I thought she was by immediately responding, “I’ll be right there.”
In record time, she rapped on my apartment’s front door. As soon as I opened the door, she pulled me into a warm embrace. Once we broke apart, she walked into my apartment, closing the door behind her. After stooping to give Scout a warm greeting as he rocked bac
