-Scott's POV-
I flopped down on the couch and let out a loud, annoyed groan. Even after a week of working with my father, I still couldn't figure out the huge, important problem that required both of us to come home. The only thing that happened when we got back was that my father gave me much more responsibility in the company. I had been working every day from sun up until well past midnight. I wanted to call Molly every day. But most of the time, when I got home, I would pass out before I got the chance.
At the moment, it felt like it would be no different than any other night. But I wasn't going to let that happen. I was missing Molly so much that it felt like there was a hole in my chest. Occasionally, I would catch myself rubbing the area as if it was sore.
"I just need to hear her voice," I said out loud to the empty room.
