Molly didn’t care that they disturbed the healer. She might have cared, if she had considered it, but it was nowhere on her list of priorities that night. Up until that moment, she’d still been clinging to the hope that Bridget and Thomas would be there – recovering from too many sweets.
While Abby spoke to the man, Molly glared accusingly at the room, as if it were to blame for Bridget and Thomas not being there. It was better than looking at Abby. She didn’t know how to face the gentle woman now. There was nothing she could say and she was out of ideas.
The adrenaline was wearing off and the hours on her feet were finally exacting their toll. Unblinkingly, Molly responded to Abby. “I don’t know.” Molly shook her head, as if by doing so, she could shake free a few possibilities she had yet to consider. “I don’t know.” She knew it was not what Abby needed to hear, but she didn’t know what else to say. If Abby -who had lived in Greenville and could march over to the healers in the middle of the night without fear- didn’t know where they could be then there was no way Molly could solve this puzzle.