Chin trembling, Molly nods. It's about what she'd expected, the one piece she's managed to put together through the haze this entire night has become, but she isn't sure if it's what she would have wanted to hear or not. On one hand, it feels less personal, less like something that could have been avoided, knowing there were others before her. It makes her fucking lucky, too, to have walked away from it, even more so than she already was. Still, it just makes her feel all the more fucking blind. She couldn't have known, but she still thinks she should have.

"Jesus," she says on an exhale, barely aware of the tears in her eyes. "Months. And all that time, I was..."