If Molly were to be completely honest, it's a little strange — though not at all in a bad way — for Jessica to be thanking her so profusely about all of this. It makes sense, of course. It's not like this is a favor, like some prolonged babysitting gig or something she had to talk Jessica into; that would defeat the purpose entirely. They all get something out of this, all wind up better off than they were before this. Still, when she's been so fucking relieved, when she never really wanted to be a parent in the first place, when she could never have predicted that Lee would up and fucking disappear when Abigail was only a few months old, there aren't any words for how goddamn relieved she feels.

That seems like a good enough sign on its own. She doesn't have any doubts or regrets, doesn't have to stop to wonder for a second if she really has made the right decision here. It's clear that she has, both for the way she feels about it and Jessica's reaction now. Molly is fairly certain she's never seen Jessica cry before, and there's no doubt in her mind now that it's for a good reason.

Some people are just cut out to be parents. Jessica, she has no doubt, is one of them. While she may have been once, though, that certainly hasn't been the case for her for a long time now, and it wouldn't have been fair to pretend otherwise and make herself — and probably Abigail — miserable in the process.

Only half-listening to what the lawyer says, having spent enough time going over all of this to be aware of what happens now and how this works, she smiles instead in response to what Jessica says, small and soft. "I'm glad," she says, "that you're so happy. That she'll be so happy. I couldn't have asked for anything more than that."