"Honestly?" Molly echoes, pausing for a moment as she shakes her head. "I think I'm maybe in shock, or something. Or just... too tired for this shit." She's lost so many people recently, and figuring out how to take care of a baby hasn't exactly been easy. It's like she's met her quota for losses she can react to properly. Those others, Russell especially, hurt like hell. Now she just feels empty, like a space has been clawed out of her chest where what she should be feeling is supposed to be. All things considered, she supposes that shouldn't be a surprise. She's been feeling like that for months now, in a way, ever since Abigail was born. "Maybe it just hasn't hit me yet."