“I wish I had what you do. The chaos is real, sure, but so is the joy.” I chuckle. “Take some for yourself, then. You’re welcome to it.” “You mean that?” Her voice is soft now too. “I mean that, Mollie.” Scary part is, I really do mean it. She’s welcome to stay. Welcome to take whatever she wants. She’s lonely, and I know how awful loneliness is. Right now, though, I don’t feel lonely at all. I like the idea that she doesn’t either.
