“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you in this life, Molloy. Nothing.” “Then be done with the drugs and the bullshit,” she pleaded. “Do that for me.” “I will.” “You’re not supposed to say you will,” she whispered sadly. “You’re supposed to say that you already are.” “I’ll fix it,” I heard myself offer up weakly, trying to give this girl everything that she needed from me, but it felt like I was pouring from an empty cup. I could taste the lie on my tongue, and apparently so could she. “I’ll sort it.”
