“I think I caught a bug or something. I keep throwing up.” A bug isn’t what pops into my head when she tells me she’s been throwing up. I reach down and touch my own stomach. When was the last time I had a period? I have felt a bit off the past few days. But I couldn’t be. There is no way. Could I?

“Do you think it could be something else besides a stomach flu?” I suggest, wanting to see if she has even thought about the fact that she could be pregnant. Hell, I could be, for all I know.

“He went back to Japan,” she mutters, changing the subject flat-out. I let her because I really don’t want to go there either. I am, however, surprised Asher left for even a day. “He’s back now though. But he was gone for a whole week! I should have gone somewhere.” I want to laugh because Asher would’ve found her in seconds if she tried to take a trip somewhere. It would be pointless.

“He must have been wrapping things up, Molly. You two are far from over. The man is already back. That says something. He’s got a whole team trying to figure out what’s going on with the family accounts, and I swear on my life he doesn’t think it’s Grace anymore.” I know my brother messed up, but he’s a good guy, and I hope Molly gives him a second chance. I know without a doubt he’ll make this up to her.

“I know.” She lets out a little huff. “The man has been utterly sweet to her.”

“Jealous of your own mom?” I tease.

“Of course not. It's just, ahh—I don’t know.” Molly wants his attention, but she won’t let him give it to her.

The girl is holding strong. Molly thinks she’s so shy and reserved, but that girl has more strength than I do. If Chase walked in here and put his hands on me, I’d melt, even knowing how wrong it would be. That’s why me being in Paris is a good thing.

“I think you do know,” I respond.

I only do because I see it in myself. I want the same thing. Both Molly and I have been in this lost space. We might go about things in different ways, but our paths end in the same place. We want love. A family of our own.