chapter 51

MOLLY

“I’m going.” I was following Ashton around the room the next morning.

“You’re not.”

Over dinner last night, a very, very late dinner, I learned that Jess was going with her mother to the hospital. Right then and there, I knew I had to go. I couldn’t explain why. There was no rational logic for me to go, but I had to go. I just knew it. My gut was sparking something bad, and I didn’t think it was the lettuce I forgot to wash.

I was the fixer in this group. It was my job to go, and he needed to understand this.

I was pleading my case this morning by just repeating that I was going because he’d stopped listening about the group dynamics and roles.

My plan of attack was to wear him down, and it was working.

He picked up a tie, putting it around his neck. “You’re not. You have to look at the security photos from Octavia, remember?”

“I have to go. The photos can wait.”

He finished looping the tie through the hole, then tightened it. “That look okay?”

It didn’t. I stepped in, righting