*Seth*
No one makes any effort to leave, so I leave them all outside to go in and check on Molly. I find she’s unlocked the doors and hope it’s a sign she isn’t trying to keep me out.
As expected, I find her sitting in the bathtub. Her knees are pulled up with her arms wrapped around her legs as the water flows over her. We’re not home, though, and I can’t fit in there with her. Instead, I tug my shirt off, sit on the ground, lean against the tub, and place my arm inside. It’s a few minutes before I feel her slowly put her hand in mine, but she does.
“This is a horrible situation, Molly,” I begin slowly.
“I know that,” she chokes out through sobs. “But he’s my brother.”
I squeeze her hand. I know this is hard for her. “He is trying to kill you, Love. He won’t stop just becau
