Molly
Less than a week.
That is how long I have before my next court hearing, and it feels like a ticking bomb inside my head. No matter how much I try to relax, that number keeps flashing in my mind like some cruel reminder that peace never lasts long in my life.
Still, I have been enjoying the calm.
I have not stepped into my clinic since the day Amber visited. Since then, I have been hiding at the mansion, pretending I am on some kind of luxury vacation, spending my days lounging around with Charles and Lily, eating too much, sleeping too much, and pretending my life is not a complete mess.
Honestly, it has been nice.
Too nice.
Which is probably why I know it will not last.
I step out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, my hair dripping slightly as I rub it dry with another tow
