@dissociativehatred here’s a starter from Molly
Will was gone for the night, he hadn’t said it had anything to do with what Jack Crawford had stopped by to say, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew her husband. She knew him well enough to know that there were secrets she would never know the answer to and things he had to face without her. On the bright side, it also meant pizza night with Willy. Something that had slipped in months since she and Will had gotten married. She and Willy had traded pizza nights for home-cooked family meals. no one had complained (nor would they) but she had missed the one on one time with her son. What she hadn’t expected was for the pizza boy to break down in front of the house.
She threw her hair up into a ponytail and shoved feet into slippers telling Willy that she would be right back and to pick out a movie for them, before heading out into the ever-darkening evening.
“Hey” She called out sinking her hands into her hoodie pocket “Sounds like your battery died. Need a jump?”
