Damon
“Ok, I wasn’t expecting you to come home tonight,” Molly said as she switched on the kitchen light. I stared at her in silence because I was still trying to process everything that had happened. It was late. Very late. “Damon?”
“She…she is leaving Chasea,” I whispered. Molly’s eyes went wide and instead of coming over to give me a hug, she went into the kitchen and switched on the coffee machine. “Vanessa…it’s over, Molly,”
“What about the baby?” she asked, and I shook my head. “What?”
“She isn’t pregnant,” I told her. “And that stays between us. No one has to know about any of it, ok?” Molly nodded, and I took a seat at the counter island. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans filled the small kitchen, and I watched as Molly expertly maneuvered the coffee machine Naomi had bo
