I didn’t meet her on a whim, stick my dick in her after two or three weeks of messing around, and become a makeshift family overnight. I had six years of friendship racked up with Molloy. I knew the girl inside and out, and she knew me. We’d grown up together. Our lives were tangled up and entwined. She had never been someone to pass away the time with until something better came along. She was the time, the better, the goal, the whole nine yards. Any future I had ever dared to imagine for myself never veered from having her slap-bang in the center of it.
