Am I cursed?

Night time came and in her room Molly sat with Det. Brighton; she was sitting with her legs crossed on the bed and he was sitting on a chair in front of her. She was looking down at her phone vibrating from a call coming in and just pressed the side button ignoring it.

"Who's that who keeps on calling you?" Det. Brighton asked, with his coat off but with his shoulder gun holster still on.

"It's Molly Filbert's boyfriend . . . Adam," Molly responded.

"Shouldn't you answer it?"

"And say what?"

"I don't know and tell him you can't talk because something's come up," he said.

"I've already sent him texts telling him that I'm at home and just need a little space. It's better for him if he doesn't get involved."

"He's your boyfriend he's already involved."

"He's Molly Filbert's boyfriend not mine," she said.

"What's the difference?"

"I'm not Molly Filbert."

"He doesn't know that. To him he's in his feels because h