Rachael Lippincott

I’m not nervous that I’m going to screw it up. I think I’m nervous that… this might actually work.

And then the words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. The ones I can never take back. “We don’t have to pretend we give a shit about each other.”

And it is… even more awful than I could have possibly imagined, watching the small piece of Molly’s heart I managed to find a home in over the past month absolutely shatter.