To say that words failed me when Molly told me that Noah was out, would have been a vast understatement. Or maybe it wasn't that words had failed me. Perhaps it was that there were so many words that went through my mind at once that I couldn't hold onto a single thought. They just tumbled and jumbled and reformed, only to be twisted again.
As I sorted through them, trying to hold onto a single strand, Molly spoke as fast as she could, trying to comfort me and calm me. Her words were not making a dent in my mind, yet they did give me something to focus on.
I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths as I focused completely on Molly to get myself out of the slow, tumbling circus that I was in. Finally, my mind sharpened, and it all boiled down to one statement that I knew for sur
