I told you, some time ago, that Liza’s stories cover a huge range of topics. Well, in Saving Molly, we have a little girl, only five years old, that has already been through enough to be in a sad, bad place. Roles of savior and saved shift a lot in this book.
That’s more than sufficient to make us want to know how the story end.
Here’s what happens.
Molly Brown always faces life with a smile, even when a frightening thug is intent upon killing her. At first, Detective Sean Cushing finds Molly’s cheery disposition unnatural, especially when he discovers the seriousness of her injuries. When she asks for police protection, he instead offers her a job and home being a nanny to his five-year-old daughter, hoping her cheery disposition can pull his child from her dark hole of misery. Never did he expect he’d be proposing marriage within a day, but life has a way of going in odd directions when Molly Brown is involved.
Here’s a little bite of what’s in the book.
Molly stared out the car window watching a great deal of trees zip by. “You live a long way from work.”
“I do. My property has been passed down for generations. I loved coming to the farm as a boy…I thought Eliza might respond to it.”
She could hear the pain in his voice and returned to staring out the window so he wouldn’t see her expressions. She had already figured out he didn’t like polite lies or forced smiles. Not much she could do about either, but she would try because she really wanted this job.
“What is wrong with her?” Molly asked.
“She hasn’t spoken in a year. It’s like she’s fallen into a darkness that keeps pulling her further down. It just gets worse. She has nightmares, cries all the time, is afraid of everyone. Sometimes even me.”
“Do you have suggestions on how I can help her?”
“Just be your real self,” he softly said.
Her real self? What did he mean by that?
Her college roommate’s analysis of her made her sound like a budding serial killer. Patient A is emotionally stunted, unable to feel and express true feeling. She always smiles, no matter if the natural expression should be anger, grief, horror, or pain. This lack of empathy has created an impenetrable barrier to others. She has no friends, nor family who will acknowledge her. She is completely isolated from everyone and nothing they do or say impacts her emotionally.
Molly had thought Sandra was her friend—her first friend. She’d told her things she never admitted before—in some cases, things she had tried to forget, but still hurt her. How was it that the person who knew her best, couldn’t tell she felt pain and grief just as much as anyone?
The only comfort Molly found in that question was that if Sandra had failed to get the core of her thesis correct, then perhaps, she got it all wrong.
At least she hoped so, because otherwise, she was the last thing a depressed, five-year-old child needed.
You can find Molly’s story HERE.
Casey’s story is HERE. Each book stands alone, you can read them in the order you prefer.
For other Liza’s book, you can find her on her website, HERE.
I hope you enjoy it,
I’ll see you guys next week!