"Hey," Molly says, the word a heavy exhale, and though it's accompanied by a smile, she worries for half a second that she might just burst into tears on the spot. She's just so tired. She has been, really, for months, but it's like she's only now becoming aware of how true that is, and feeling it all at once as a result. Between Russell and Andrea disappearing, Abigail being born, and these past weeks that have followed, waiting to start feeling something that's seemed perpetually just out of reach, it's been a long, rough road, and now it's gotten rougher. Whatever she does here, that's probably going to be the case for a long while.

With so much ahead of her, it's hard to fight the instinct to start trying to list all the things she needs to do, but she manages, instead shrugging off her coat once she's stepped inside, buying herself a moment's time that way. "I'm glad you were around. How are you guys?"