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“Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you. If you want, you can stay home and I’ll come over to keep you company,” I offered.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. My mom doesn’t like it when boys come over because she’s so busy with the baby. And I’m not too sure where father will be this week.”

In jail, I thought.

“Well, if you need anything, I’m here for you. I mean that, Molly.”

A glimmer of hope sparkled in her eyes, followed by concern that creased her forehead.

“Carter? I thought you liked Daisy.”

“I do. But I like you as well. It’s nice to talk to someone who’s level-headed. And I like being your friend.”

“Thanks. I really like being your friend as well. Please don’t ever change.”

“I won’t. Same goes for you.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you around, then?”

“Goodnight, Molly.” I hugged her tighter than I normally would have, giving her some reassurance. I wanted her to know that she could count on me for anything.

Mr. Fowler never pulled that trigger. I knew that to be a fact because he was alive the next day, sitting in a jail cell. Mrs. Fowler changed the locks on their house, and apparently, Mr. Fowler wasn’t going to be allowed inside for a long time.

I wanted to visit Molly the next day, but when I called, her mother said that she was ill. The day I took Molly to the doctor to get treated for her scraped knees was over, and although we never spoke about it again, it was imprinted in my mind.

I’d remember the pain I saw in her eyes when I found her on that porch for the rest of my life.

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