Molly
Amber walks to the door and opens it, one hand planted on her hip.
Eric is standing there in a black trench coat. He raises both hands, holding up two plastic bags.
“Tada,” he says, jaw tightening slightly like he’s trying not to look awkward.
Amber is not impressed. She rolls her eyes but steps aside anyway. “Come in.”
He mutters a quiet thanks and walks inside.
The moment he enters, his eyes land on me on the couch. He pauses, surprised, then nods once. “Molly.”
“Eric,” I reply, narrowing my eyes a little. Suspicious as hell.
“What a surprise to see you here,” he says, adjusting the bags in his hands. “I was taking care of something so… I decided to stop by and see Amber. I needed to apologize. Didn’t expect you to be here.”
“Charles didn’t tell you?” I ask.
He shakes hi
