Johnny paused, taking the books and sliding them perfectly into place on the shelf. He looked back at her, his expression softening. "It doesn't matter what I'm doing out there, Molly. The only role that actually matters is the one I have when I come home to you."
Molly sat at a heavy oak table, her notes spread out like a chaotic map. She was young, driven, but exhausted by the sheer weight of potential. She wanted to be a writer, a scientist, an explorer—but life felt too short to master even one of those things. molly little johnny sins
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