Another Unexpected Visitor

Molly and I have settled back into our apartment. It was cleaned and made as good as before but the memories of what happened will never be gone and we’ve actually talked about moving into a new apartment since our lease will be up in January. Molly wants to move out as soon as possible, though, and our landlord has been understanding enough to not charge us a ton to break the lease.

Molly and I were scheduled to go look at apartments later today. She was still at work and the company we were using to help us find apartments was going to send over an agent to escort us to all of the places we’d selected. When I heard a knock at our door, I’d assumed it was the apartment escort but they were at least an hour and a half early; Molly wasn’t due back from work for another hour.

When I opened the door it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.

“Oh my God.”

The Choice

Zoey and I arrived at the hospital to pick up Molly at the crack of dawn. I hadn’t really slept at all and what little sleep I did get was filled with horrifying flashbacks. It seemed to take forever for Molly to be discharged from the hospital and sent on her way but when it finally happened we loaded into the car and Zoey dropped me off at the hospital that Adam was at. She and Molly walked up to the waiting room with me.

“We’ll wait for five minutes to make sure you’re able to see him and then I’m going to get Molly settled in at my place. You can call me when you’re ready to be picked up, okay?” Zoey said as I looked down the long, sterile-white hallway to Adam’s room.

I nodded and then started the long trek down the hallway to look for room 515. The good news was that Adam had survived his surgery but that was all I knew before I entered his room. I found it and suddenly became incredibly nervous. What if he didn’t want to see me? What if he yelled at me to get out and to never see him again? What if he was in a coma?

I lightly knocked on the door and waited for a voice to tell me to come in. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.

In Limbo

The event over the past few days have been hard for me to process. There have been so many unanswered questions, upsetting revelations, and feelings of guilt.

But I’m getting ahead of myself…

The End Comes

“Oh…Hi.” I said opening the door.

Unexpected Visitor

I spoke to Cara while we were closing the other night and finally got an explanation for why my alibi for Eddie’s fire isn’t the greatest. And Molly was right to be worried; it really isn’t as strong of an alibi as I thought it was.

Mysterious Molly

Detective Geordi hasn’t called me back yet. I have called and left voicemails for him several times a day since Adam I went to the police station to talk to him. Molly came back last night, though, and we had a pretty long talk.

What. The. Fuck.

I dialed Mike’s number but just couldn’t bring myself to press the dial button and I started crying. I wasn’t prepared to talk to him again. Not yet. Assuming he’d even want to talk to me. I couldn’t do it. I sighed and put my phone down next to me on the kitchen table. Dragging Mike into this could get him in serious trouble, even if I was ready to talk to him again. He disclosed details of an open investigation to me when we were dating, details he isn’t even supposed to know about let alone tell a civilian who is actually involved in the case.

Rude Awakenings

I spent the morning brushing Murphy on our balcony, cleaning, and making a grocery list. It was a lazy Sunday and things have calmed down quite a bit for me now that I’m no longer looking for work. I’ve decided to work at Bruno’s until New Years’ to cash in on the holiday money in an effort to replace the large investment check I had to write for The Glass Penny and put a buffer in my checking account but after that, I’m out. I’m feeling pretty optimistic about it.

I was looking forward to grocery shopping. I found this yummy-looking tortellini bake recipe online and wanted to try it. Supposedly it only takes 20 minutes to cook and you all know how much I love Italian food.

“Ready to go, Molly?” I asked. I put the list in my purse and went to open the door. The smile on my face disappeared immediately.

Celebrate Good Times

It’s official! We’re breaking ground on the theatre renovation next week. Important members of the community and neighborhood will be there to commemorate it and welcome us. I’m pretty excited. Our next board meeting won’t be for awhile but Zeke said that Nick is going to basically pitch all sort of PR and marketing ideas to get the theatre’s name out there and build up hype. But more importantly it’s supposed to attract a lot of investors. Hopefully Nick is as good as I’ve heard.

Molly and I wanted to go out and celebrate. So we invited all the girls.