“Just let him go,” Molly whispers, breaking me out of my thoughts. She glances into the back seatto be sure Theo is asleep and then relaxes back against the headrest. “Whatever this is about, Theohas no part in it. He doesn’t know anything. He’s too young to hear the details.”
The details of her assault. Of how he was conceived. I’m twenty-eight, and I think I might be too
young. Nothing could ever prepare me to hear how my baby brother hurt an innocent woman.
“Don’t hurt him,” she continues, her hands folded nervously in her lap. “Make sure he’s taken careof. That he has everything he needs. And please …” Her voice breaks, and she clears her throat.“Please don’t speak badly about me. Please let him know how much I loved him.”
My hands tighten on the wheel, my knuckles
