Molly
I feel a little better this morning, which is saying a lot after the disaster that was Mike’s mansion. The headache that drilled into my skull in the middle of the night is gone, thankfully. What replaces it is something worse.
Charles.
He was already up before sunrise. Showered, dressed, focused. He said he had business to take care of, and that was it. No explanation. No teasing smile. Just a tight look in his eyes like his thoughts were miles away. It bothers me more than I want to admit.
I’m standing in the kitchen, staring at bread like it personally offended me, when a small voice yanks me out of my head.
“Hey Molly, do you like my hat?”
I turn and Lily is standing there wearing a bright red Christmas hat that’s slightly crooked on her head. I blink once, then smile.
“Yo
