I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette

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."