I came here on lareinenoire's recommendation, and I'm ever so glad I did--I love the Molly you've written here, the strength and bitterness and guilt and all of it. This isn't a simple portrayal, and it's not an easy read; it's sharp and hard as broken glass set in concrete--but it casts off as many gleams of light, and as brightly. There's real hope in progress, even if it's only provisional and even if it's after great loss ... and right now, I really needed to read that.