Page 80 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

“Mr. Alcott.” The doctor gestured for David to follow him into the hallway. Rayna grabbed my hand, pulling me along as she followed David.

Kali and Max waited at the waiting room entrance, peering down the hallway as we eased out of earshot. Kali had probably woken him up the second I’d stepped away.

“My kids are right there,” I told the doctor. “Would you mind turning your back to them?”

He nodded once, pivoting so they wouldn’t be able to read his lips or see the expression on his face. “Finn is out of surgery and in recovery. He’s had a lot of internal damage. Right now, we’re worried about infection and swelling. But if he makes it through the next twenty-four hours, his chances improve drastically.”

“But he’s alive?” I croaked out.

The doctor nodded. “He’s alive.”

Thank you, God.

Rayna’s hand came to her mouth as she wept tears of relief. David pulled her into his side, holding her tight and turning her sideways so the kids wouldn’t see.

I wrapped my arms around myself, physically holding the emotions inside. “Can we see him?”

“I can let you in there for just a few minutes, but he’s not awake. We’re keeping him sedated for the time being.”

“You guys go,” I told Rayna and David. “I’ll tell the kids.”

“No,” Rayna said. “You should go.”

“But—”

“Molly.” David touched my arm. “Go.”

“Kali and Max—”

“We’ve got them,” he said. “Go.”

“Okay.” I nodded and followed the doctor down a series of white hallways until we stepped into the ICU. When we entered Finn’s room, my thundering heartbeat drowned out the sound of his monitors.

My hand flew to my mouth, my eyes squeezed shut. A tear dripped down my cheek as I took three breaths to

get myself together.

Finn, my Finn, was barely visible beneath white mounds of gauze and bandages. It was hard to see more than the tubes and wires connected to his still body.

“I’ll give you a minute.” The doctor touched my shoulder then left the room.

My shoes shuffled along the floor, the rubber soles squeaking because I didn’t have the strength to lift my feet.

Finn’s hand was cold when I took it in mine. A hundred things to say ran through my mind. Pleas for him to fight, to survive for our children. Sarcastic jokes about his inability to operate heavy machinery. Questions about why he’d kept me as his emergency medical contact after all our years apart.

But if Finn could hear me, if he didn’t make it through the next day, then there was really only one thing to say.

“I love you. I love you so much, Finn. I’ll always love you.”

Twelve

Molly

“Hey.” I smiled at Gavin as I stepped up to his porch.

He leaned against one of the posts, a glass of iced tea in his hands. “Hey.”

I bent down to pick up the glass he’d set on the top step for me. “I love your sun tea.”