Charles
I lie flat on my back, staring at the ceiling like it might crack open and give me answers.
The room is quiet. The kind that presses against your chest and makes every thought louder.
I’m exhausted.
Not the kind sleep fixes. The kind that sits in your bones. The kind that makes your heart feel too heavy to carry.
All I can think about is Molly.
Right now she’s probably with him.
Talking to that bastard. Looking at him with those soft eyes. Letting him sit close. Maybe even smiling.
And I’m here.
Alone, useless, and hurting.
I drag a hand down my face and exhale slowly, but it does nothing. The ache stays right where it is, sharp and constant.
Lily isn’t helping either.
She keeps asking about Molly.
Every hour.
“I miss her.”
“When is she coming back?”
“Can I call he
