Molly
We pull onto the road and I sink back into the passenger seat, staring at the dark stretch of trees flashing past the windows. Earlier, Charles had made a call and a man named Alex rushed to the cabin immediately. He instructed him to watch over Lily.
I was a little anxious, but apparently this Alex guy was his friend. Lily isn’t even aware that we’ve left.
Right now my chest feels tight. Josh. My mother. The fact that my mother still thinks I have a boyfriend.
And Charles. What am I supposed to introduce him as? A friend feels like a lie. Anything more feels dangerous.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, eyes still on the road.
I let out a slow breath and turned my head toward him. “Why are you doing this?”
He glances at me briefly. Calm. Certain. “Because I want to.”
