She’d never in her life held such power over others. She was the martyr, suffering visibly; everyone else had to wait on her decision. And yes, she was probably genuinely scared and uncertain, but she was also petulant and, in a strange way, triumphant. Molly began to feel she didn’t know her at all. Clearly, Cait was taking that decision down to the wire. Maybe she’d shared it with Trevor—but Molly doubted so, from the wary way he watched her on the occasions she saw them together. The teenagers were talking, Molly knew that much. Secretly, which was disconcerting. A couple of times, she saw Trevor waiting for Cait after school. Once Molly arrived home to see him hurrying away from the house down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets and face averted. Cait seemed to be spending a great deal of time closed in her bedroom on the phone talking to someone. Which was probably good, because she sure wasn’t talking to her mother.
