Molly
The drive back to the mansion is painfully quiet.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The heavy, suffocating kind that makes your chest feel tight.
Charles is gripping the steering wheel like it personally offended him. His jaw is clenched, his eyes fixed on the road, and I know he’s still fighting the urge to turn back and hunt Catherine down. Lily is sitting at the back seat, small and silent, staring out the window like she’s afraid to breathe too loudly.
My heart hurts for her.
She’s probably blaming herself. Poor baby. She only wanted peace. She only wanted her parents to stop fighting. And instead, everything exploded.
And that stupid “gift” Catherine mentioned keeps replaying in my head.
Whatever it is, I know it’s not good.
When we finally pull into the mansion, I feel l
