Where's Molly (Cat and Mouse, #2.5)

by H.D. Carlton

I hope to God another girl never finds this journal.

Because staring into her eyes is the only thing I needed, to convince myself she's everything I'll ever want for as long as oxygen invades my lungs. I knew it deep in my bones the day I met her. Even back then, my soul immediately recognized hers as its other half.

I just… deflate. Like his eyeballs, I suppose.

‘Ma'am, if you're going to keep talkin' all that shit, at least carry some toilet paper with you to wipe your damn mouth.’”

She hated tomatoes but put ketchup on everything,