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It's over.

Thinking about it like that is probably strange and awful, Molly is sure, but right now, she doesn't care. The papers are all signed, Abigail is with Jessica — with her mother now, in every legal and emotional sense — and her belongings in the process of being moved over, and she's all but signed the lease on an apartment she's been eyeing for a while. Whatever should or shouldn't be the case, though, she doesn't feel conflicted at all. Mostly, she just feels relieved, a weight off her shoulders that she's been carrying around since Lee disappeared, or, really, since well before that. She was never cut out for the life she wound up in. Maybe the two of them together could have made it work, but she isn't so sure of that, either, with as much time as she spent waiting for him to change his mind and leave again. From the start, it wasn't right. She doesn't regret the choice she made, if only because she knows she couldn't have made a different one, but things finally feel like they're starting to fall back into place.

She may still be well and truly fucked in the head, but that's something to deal with at a later time. Right now, the relief outweighs all of it.

Finally alone, Molly considers going to a bar, but then pulls out her phone instead, firing off a quick text to Clarke. She may as well have a little company. It's less depressing than drinking alone. Everything's finally settled. :) Wanna come celebrate with me?

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To say that things have been crazy lately wouldn't be entirely accurate. If anything, they've started to feel more settled than they have in months — if she's honest, the better part of two years. There's still a hell of a lot to do, not the least of which involves moving her shit from Lee's apartment to the one she's newly signed a lease for, but there's a weight off her shoulders and an unspeakable relief in that. It may yet be a while before she starts to feel like herself again, but Molly thinks that she is, at least, well on her way to making that happen. At the very least, she can focus on her own goddamn life again, and it leaves her lighter, more focused, not throwing herself into work as a distraction or trying to shrug off responsibility anymore.

This is the way things should be. Maybe the way they should have been all along, though if she'd taken this option in the first place, if Lee had been out of the picture sooner, then it wouldn't be Jessica who's adopted Abigail, and she wouldn't feel half as secure that everything has worked out for the best. All three of them get what they ought to be able to have this way. Knowing that, she hasn't lost a goddamn wink of sleep over it. If anything, she's slept better than she has in longer than she can remember.

It's only a coincidence that she's near her lawyer's office when she decides to stop for lunch and a coffee, already in the area and remembering the café that Rebecca had showed her. With that being the case, though, it isn't much of a surprise to see Rebecca herself inside, and Molly smiles as she walks towards her. Given everything that's just been handled at the firm where she didn't know Rebecca worked when she chose it, she wouldn't be surprised or bothered at all if Rebecca has heard about what happened. Even if that weren't the case, she wouldn't hesitate to greet her.

"Hey," she says, smiling. "So you were definitely right about this place. Worth a repeat visit."