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Molly I keep a firm grip on her wrist as I move around Christian so that I am now standing in between Amy and him except I'm standing so close to him that I can feel the heat from him on my back and for some reason, it sends a shiver through me. She tries to tug her wrist out of my grip but she's too weak. "Get your hands off me b***h!" She spits out, her face wrinkling up like she's 60 years old when in reality she must be in her late 20s maybe 30s. "You must be Amy?" I don't even try to sound polite to her I have no time for parents that abandon their children. "Yes, I am!" She suddenly stands proud with her shoulders out her head held high and both Tom and Zack burst out laughing while I try my best to keep my laugh in check. She tugs on my hand again but again I don't let her go