Molly let Abby lead the way as they left. She couldn’t argue with Abby’s logic. She had in fact been wondering the same thing. If something was wrong, Thomas would have sent a message directly to the pub. Nothing was adding up right now.
“I don’t know either. But we’ll figure it out. They can’t have gone too far. And it’s not like the people here don’t know Thomas and Bridget. Someone’s bound to have seen them. It’s just a matter of finding that person and retracing their steps.” She wanted to tell Abby that this wasn’t like it was with her sister. She had resources – friends who would help her. Abby wasn’t alone this time. But all of that was just too personal. There was no safe way to give that kind of reassurance, and Molly could sense that Abby was already struggling to maintain her composure. Instead, Molly focused on the practical. “I – do we turn here? I don’t really know which way we’re going.”