“I’ve been waiting.” She wrings her fingers together. If I’ve learned anything about Molly in the time I’ve gotten to know her, it’s that she doesn’t want to make waves.

She and her mom are a team. I bet it was hard for both of them with Grace being a single parent while putting herself through school and working. I think Molly grew up a bit faster than most kids do. Not that Grace meant for that to happen, but sometimes that’s what life hands you. It’s funny how even through everything they went through, they managed to come out of it with a strong bond. Yet, my own mother who didn’t have to want for anything couldn’t even be bothered to have a relationship with me.

“Waiting for what?” I try to draw it out of her.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m scared,” she finally admits.

“You think your mom will be upset?” I ask her, wanting her to open up to me some.

“I don’t know.” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’ve never seen your mom ever be upset with you. She’s so sweet.” I’d kill for a mom like Molly’s. That woman would do anything for her daughter. The devotion is endless.

“I just don’t want to worry her or rock the boat. She’s so happy and in love.”

“I get it.” I glance over at her.

I’m always worried people will think I’m going to turn out like my mom. My father got stuck with her for more years than he wanted because of me. It’s why I try to be perfect at everything I do. I’m graduating at the top of my class. I was captain of my cheer team and the volleyball team. Everything I did I put my all into so my dad and Asher didn’t worry over me.

My phone goes off as we pull into the driveway. I put the car into park and check my messages.

“I’ve got to take care of something,” I tell Molly.

“Okay. I’ll see you later. Thanks for the ride.” She slips out of the car, heading into the house.

Mom: Honey, please. Come and see me.

Chase: I miss you baby girl.

The whirl of emotions I have from seeing both texts is eating me alive. What are the freaking odds that both my mom and Chase have been texting me all week? I’ve made some small talk with my mom. She’s been nice. Remorseful at times. Even told me she was proud of all that I’ve accomplished. But words can’t change the past.