This is exactly what I wanted—to put Mollie on the run. But my victory doesn’t feel nearly as satisfying as I’d hoped. In fact, it feels pretty fucking awful. Lying awake in bed, I stare at the ceiling as the drone of the air conditioner outside my window fills the silence. Like her father, maybe Mollie has regrets too. Things she wishes she’d said or done differently. Maybe she isn’t as careless or self-centered as I thought. The look in her eyes when she’d turned her head to meet my gaze—the vulnerability I saw there, the flicker of intelligence, interest— She’s a fucking stunner. Decent on
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