“Mol?” Ethan rested his hand on his wife’s leg while she drove. “What happened while I was gone?” She pursed her lips and kept her eyes on the road straight ahead, but didn’t speak. He sighed irritably and shook his head. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk to me, but please…slow down at least.” She lifted her foot off the gas a bit, but she was still going way too fast around the winded path.
Then Cal began crying in the backseat. Ethan didn’t have a chance to feed him earlier unfortunately. He rooted around in the diaper bag, looking for something to keep him quiet until they got to wherever they were going. “Shut that damn kid up before I drive us over a fuckin’ cliff!” Mollie snapped heatedly.
“Mollie!” Ethan stared at her in shock. “That’s our son.” Her hands dug into the steering wheel as she gripped it tightly, then she glanced over at him. “Forgive me for losing my composure, but you know how I feel about kids, lover.” She gave him a tight lipped smile. The way her eyes were shining with malice, it looked as if she’d finally lost her mind. “Lover?” He repeated softly. “Why would you call me that?” She chuckled and turned the radio on, then began singing along to a rap song he’d never heard before.
Ethan kept his mouth shut. There was no use in trying to talk her any further; especially while she was driving. He turned around and made sure Cal was strapped in good, then checked his own seatbelt. He didn’t know what Mollie was up to, but he didn’t have a good feeling about it. Maybe it was time for another visit to the mental institution.
Even though he was determined to stay awake to see where she was taking them, his body betrayed him and he dozed off during the last legs of the trip. He only awoke to the sound of gravel underneath the tires. He opened his eyes and gaped in horror. They were back at the Applegate Farm. Mollie turned and grinned menacingly at him. “Welcome home, Ethan.”