*Peter*
“Could I speak with you for a moment?” Molly asks me as we stand to leave. “Alone.”
She walks to the door, and I follow her out. She sits on an old wooden swing, motioning for me to join her. She seems nervous and clasps her hands together in her lap.
“Thank you for telling me,” she says softly. “I know that Seth would not.”
I nod, knowing she’s right. It’s why I told her myself. “I’m sorry that it hurt you, but the need to protect the kids is greater than the need to protect your feelings right now.”
“I agree,” she tells me with a sad smile. “I think that deep inside, I knew, but it was easier to place the blame on them.”
“The blame should be on me, though,” I remind her, though I probably shouldn’t. “Can I speak freely?”
She nods and looks at me. “I hope that you
