Molly
I draw in a deep breath and rest my head against the headboard of the seat, watching the world blur past the window. Charles and I are in his car, heading toward my clinic, and my mind is doing that annoying thing where it refuses to focus on just one worry at a time. I try to tell myself that by the time we get there, my landlord will have magically regained his senses and realized kicking me out is a stupid idea.
Charles glances away from the road for half a second, one hand steady on the steering wheel. “You alright?” he asks, voice calm but alert.
I nod. “Yeah. I’m good. Never better.”
He hums, clearly not buying it. “You sure?”
I tilt my head toward him. “You don’t want me to start unpacking my feelings right now.”
He laughs, low and warm, and I feel it all the way in my
