Scott’s POV-
“Alright, thank you for telling me now instead of later. I had better get back to trying to get some work done before Willimina comes home,” My father said with another affectionate chuckle.
I said goodnight to my father and headed up the stairs, but instead of going to my room, I didn’t hesitate to go into Molly’s. I wanted to wait for her to get home, no matter how long it took.
I was grateful my father listened to me. But the thought of Molly having to face that man again on her own made me furious.
I wanted to care for and protect Molly. But I couldn't do so if she didn’t think she could lean on me. I needed to make sure she knew I was still here for her.
Sitting on her bed, I stared at her door and anxiously waited for it to open.
I went over so many arguments and conversations it was hard to keep track of them in my head. By the time Molly opened her door, I had worked myself up into a frenzy with our imagined talk.
