Charles
The engine hums steadily beneath me as I drive through the darkening streets, my hands tight around the steering wheel.
I did not want Molly in this car.
I told her it was dangerous. I told her Eric could take her home. I told her she should rest.
She refused.
Flat out.
Crossed her arms, lifted her chin, and told me she was not going anywhere until she saw the woman who tried to kill her with her own eyes.
Stubborn. Brave. Reckless.
Now she is sitting beside me, her head resting against the window, her gaze fixed on the passing streetlights like she is watching a movie only she can see.
She has not said a word since we left the hospital.
Not one.
And it is f*****g killing me.
Her shoulders are tense. Her jaw is tight. Her eyes look distant, like her body is here but he
