Somewhere, deep down, Molly thinks she already knows what that will be. There was a time that she used to envision her future, in a distant, imprecise sort of way, involving settling down and having a family, something that was practically a given. She was never on her own when she imagined it, though. She certainly never saw herself having to deal with the scars, both physical and metaphorical, left behind by someone like Patrick. None of this has ever been quite right or ideal, but with Lee, even backed into a corner, it was something they could figure out together. At least she had him there, even if she never told him — never wanted to — how fucking empty she's felt for the last few weeks.

What's right for Abigail is, or should be, someone who wants her without hesitation. Someone who's cut out for this, like Katie has been with Jamie, who has the capacity to give her what she needs, who doesn't try so hard to feel something, anything, only to come up blank.

"I guess there's some time," she says, grateful, at least, that she doesn't have to try to spell anything out. "And I don't... God, this is terrible. I don't have to worry about what Lee would think."