Chapter 2

Molly’s POV 

The tropical breeze at Honolulu airport hit my face, carrying scents of coconut and sea salt. I dragged my suitcase, each step feeling like an escape. Three days after throwing away that cake in the rain, I’d been walking around like a zombie. Mom, worried sick, forced me to come to Hawaii to clear my head. She 

said Aunt Caroline could help me start fresh. 

Start fresh? I was too exhausted to even exist. 

Albert’s messages kept flashing on my phone: 

“Molly, where are you?” 

“Why won’t you answer my calls?”