Molly’s mother was a drunk, her younger sister needed constant supervision. Molly had spent her life trying to survive. Trying to survive and to take care of her sister, as if she had volunteered for the responsibility.
She had some how gotten through school, despite having a part time job and house duties.
She had somehow graduated, gotten a full time job, and almost, almost had a life.
Bert was a great guy, she was almost in love with him, but her crazy mother and clinging sister ‘needed’ her, so Bert was second tier.
When she turned around, he was gone.
She was twenty four.