“Oh, yeah, next one.” Molly was starting to feel helpless, but she kept up her determined pace beside Abby anyway. Maybe Thomas and Bridget would be at the healer’s. Maybe there was an explanation for all this confusion and she and Abby would remember this as the time they panicked over nothing. But Molly doubted it. There was nothing she could say to reassure herself or Abby, so she fell silent.
Things just seemed wrong. But then, it was easier to believe the worst while in the streets at night. The sounds of boisterous revelers could still be heard in the distance. Molly’s shoulders were tense as she looked warily around her. There were too many strange people in town – people she didn’t know. It set her on edge. Things had been so different before – growing up in a place where she knew most everyone. It was odd, given the current circumstances, that that was one of her reasons for leaving. She found herself wishing for nothing more in the world than a familiar face or two.