That afternoon, Molly sat on the bed while Kelsie browsed the internet at her study desk.
At first, Molly got up and walked around the room. Then she used the exercise bike in the corner, left the room, and returned with a glass of milk.
Finally, she couldn't take it any longer and walked up to Kelsie, standing behind her to peek at the computer screen.
Just as she thought—Kelsie was coding.
"So you've really not heard from or spoken with Jett Adler since that night?"
Kelsie didn't respond.
Biting down on her lower lip, she sighed, "That Craig Adler shouldn't be allowed to stay that close to Jack Adler. You never know the things he'd do."
"I mean, it's not just me, right? Something about him is just so wrong. If he were in our family, I would've long voted that he be expelled or barred entirely from inheriting any of the family's property under any condition."
Kelsie momentarily stopped typing and glanced back just in time to see the worried look on Molly's face.
