"Yeah," Molly says, soft, before taking another sip of her drink. She doesn't yet know what working it out will entail, or even really what she wants, but that much, at least, is an indisputable fact, as true now as it's ever been. No matter how fucked things here get or seem to be, there's always a way of getting through it, of finding an outcome that actually works. "Christ, I don't even remember what stability is like. I think it kind of went out the window eleven months ago."