Being able to stay was, to Molly's mind, in no way a given. She would like to think she was welcome, would like to go back to being confident and sassy. But her homesickness brought everything into a bitter light. Too many years, she'd had it beat into her that she was not any type of proper company. And in Tide, it hadn't mattered too terribly much. She had her best friend, and he didn't mind what she was. Then one day he did, and her world shattered.
Molly was sick to death of hiding and doubting. She just wanted to be able to talk to someone who really knew her, understood her, and didn't mind the person she was. It would be so easy, to tell Abby everything. Right now. The worst that could happen was that the woman told her to leave. It would hurt. But wasn't it better than staying where she wasn't wanted?
She looked back at Abby - who had been so kind, so wonderful. "Abby? I realize there are probably a hundred other things you need to get to. I don't want to take up your time. But could I talk to you for a minute? I mean, really talk?" She had leaned in and her voice had dropped to a whisper. Molly tried to ignore the part of her head that was screaming, telling her she was making the biggest mistake of her life. Well, Molly was good at mistakes. Made them every day. What was one more?