Getting to the hospital had been the easy part. It was everything inside that worried Molly most. That’s where all the unknowns lay. As
This was a terrible plan. Molly sat in bed with crumpled paper scattered all around her. Until she slept off the vodka, she’d thought
Orange juice didn’t make vodka go down any easier at nine thirty in the morning. When Molly first poured the concoction she reasoned that
Touching someone seemed necessary to trigger a vision, but the more attempts Molly made on one person, the more likely that person would wonder what
The doctors at the hospital told Molly to go home and sleep, but as she lay on her couch her eyes stayed open. For the
Molly needed a night to let go. Her dad had told her years ago that sometimes the best way to solve a problem was to
“I think I’m going to quit.” Molly picked at her waffles, keeping her eyes down. On the other side of the table, Lizzie’s
For the first time in Molly’s life, energy pulsed through her when she got ready for work. Would today be a day to save
“Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…” Molly counted under her breath with every compression. Despite the burst of adrenaline that had hit her when she sprinted to the