Molly
I cling to him like if I let go I might actually unravel. His warmth seeps into me, steady and solid, and his scent wraps around my senses until my racing thoughts finally slow. This is grounding. This is safe.
“Molly,” he murmurs again, his hands still on my back. “Are you alright? Is this because of Catherine?”
I pull away slowly, forcing myself to breathe. I shake my head. “It’s not even about her. It’s my clinic.” My voice cracks despite my effort. “The landlord wants to terminate the contract. He wants me out.”
His brows draw together instantly. “Out of the blue?”
I nod. “That’s what’s confusing me. We’ve been fine. I’ve done nothing wrong. Nothing that deserves this.”
He watches me carefully, then nods once. “It’s fine. It’s alright. We’ll get you another place.”
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