That’s the thing about Molly. She shows up when you need her, and she doesn’t judge what comes out of your mouth at 3 a.m. I woke up on Caylin’s couch with a dry mouth, a sore neck, and the smell of old smoke in my hoodie.
Caylin spoke first.
It wasn’t perfect. But it was ours.
But August 2017 is still there, tucked inside me like a photograph I don’t need to see to remember. Caylin Me And Molly For The Second Time -2017 g...