“What do you mean?”
Hannah tells me about the moments leading up to Molly’s kidnapping. She tearfully explains that Fedor was going to shoot her and take Molly, but Molly grabbed the gun and told Hannah to run. Even after being lied to and betrayed by her friend for weeks, Molly saved Hannah’s life.
“She is a good person,” Hannah says. “Probably the best person I know, and I feel like a piece of shit for betraying her. So, I’d like to help.”
I want to hang up the phone and forget Hannah exists. Actually, I’d like to hang up the phone, track her down, and make her regret every lie she told—but I know that won’t do much to help Molly now.
However, Molly’s example shines like a lighthouse in the distance, guiding me home. She saved Hannah as her last act of freedom, and I have to believe it means something. I have to trust her instincts even when my own instincts are screaming at me to disconnect the call.
I drop my face into my hand and shake my head. “How can you help?”
Hannah sighs with relief. “I have an idea.”