hospital. The first thing I did was

softened with pity. "The doctor will

doctor. I knew.

sed my eyes, but the image of Andrew choosing Moll

hes disheveled, his hair a mess. He looked e

his voice a low whisper. "Everything

. Chaos didn't make you choose your mistres

orway, her eyes red and puffy.

am so sorry. I just wanted to explain. I didn't

I was run

kay, Molly. It was an accident." He turned to me, his voice ha

into the hallway. He thought I couldn'

you," he whispered

t, which was already broken, turned to d

ne look at my face and they bent the rules. The dog whined softly and licked the tears

one who seemed

icked up my phone. I didn't call

ed my

rs," I said, my voice surprisingl