Chapter Thirty-Three

Molly

Molly woke up in the afternoon, confused about how she’d gotten into her bed.

She grew even more confused when she realized that she wasn’t in her bed at all, but instead on her couch. In fact, she’d been tucked into her couch cushions.

Oh.

Right.

She shook the sleep off like a blanket as she stood away from the couch.

The memories came flooding back to her as she walked into her apartment’s kitchen.

Memories of Nicholas Kerstman offering to carry her through the streets, as if he were a superhero ripped straight from the comic-books.

She smiled at the thought of Nicholas with an over-sized letter “N” written across the chest of some hokey costume while she began to pour herself a glass of water from her fridge.

Her eyes then went towards the clock in her kitchen, watching the green numbers change: 12:35 to 12:36 PM

Panic flickered through her until she remembered she still had time. She hadn't slept through everything.

She still had time before she was supposed to meet Liam for