Molly wished she had some better suggestion. As logical as it was, it felt like a betrayal – returning to the pub empty-handed. It didn’t make sense. Where were Thomas and Bridget?
She found Abby’s request strange. Why wouldn’t Abby want to ask anyone and everyone for help? Sure, there was the chance of earning the reputation of worrisome women if they found Thomas had some reasonable explanation for the whole thing. But wasn’t that better than waiting if he actually was in danger? She wasn’t comfortable with it, but it wasn’t her decision. If Abby wanted it kept quite, Molly wouldn’t tell a soul. “If you think that’s best. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.” She did her best to try and read Abby’s expression. The woman looked worried and perhaps a little ill. Molly would have too in her place. “We can keep looking, if you want to – if you can think of some place to try. Or we could go back to the pub, see if maybe we missed them. I’ll make us some tea, or something, while we decide what to do next.”