Molly
I don’t even realize I’m crying at first.
We’re in the car. Charles is driving. The engine is loud and steady and everything feels too normal for what just happened.
My hands are in my lap and they’re shaking.
I try to breathe quietly. I really do. I don’t want him to hear it.
But then one tear slips down and I wipe it away fast. Then another. Then I can’t stop.
I turn my face toward the window so he won’t see me. The city is moving past in blurs. People walking. Cars honking. Life going on like my world didn’t just get handed a deadline.
You have until Monday.
I press my fist against my mouth because a sound is trying to come out.
“Molly.” Charles’ voice is low and controlled.
“I’m fine,” I say automatically.
It’s such a stupid lie I almost laugh.
He doesn’t argue. He j
