She, unlike you, had no problem living a life not filled with an inability to let go of events of the past.He would never admit it to anyone, but the whole decision of him moving back here from Boston to make a life hinged on whether he thought he could handle seeing Molly on a daily basis.There were a lot of days he didn’t think he would be strong enough to push past the pain that he still carried with him even all these years later, but the fact that he would be close to his family again won out even if a piece of his sanity became collateral damage.Regardless of what had occurred all those years ago, he tried to be friendly with her. It was tough to avoid someone completely when you lived in a town of only a few thousand people. Truth was he didn’t want to avoid her; he had just become better with hiding the pain he still felt whenever he looked at her. And look at her was something he did often. And still like a pariah, it seemed more often than not. It didn’t matter in what pretense he saw her, her beauty was still enough to stop him in his tracks.
