Page 78 of Enzo

I face her. “You're okay. I've got you.”

She nods, but she’s still shaking. She lets go of my hand and leans back against the wall. Her eyes are closed.

She's no longer the vibrant person I'm used to. I place my hands lightly on her shoulders.

“Hey,” I whisper, softly. “You're going to be okay. I'll keep you safe.”

She opens her eyes and looks at me. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I had no idea you were even here. Why are you?”

Her eyes meet mine. “Penelope booked my flight.”

She’s here because of Penelope.

Not because of me.

“But what are you doing here?”

She pauses before answering.

“Penelope wanted to show me the depot.”

The elevator doors spring open and I beckon for her to step out.

“Where are we going?” She sees the views of Manhattan as we cross the hallway to my office.

“To my office.”

“It’s so high up.”

“Yes.”

I take Molly into my office and shut the door. I take a big breath and feel my body relaxing now that we're away from the madness and danger. She stands in the middle of the room, looking around.

“This your office?”

“It is.”

She whistles. “It's bigger than my—” She stops talking like she's realized where she is, like she's trying to be a different version of herself.

“You wanted to see the depot, but what are you doing here, Molly?”

“I… I came to return something.”

She rummages through the enormous bag, leaving me completely baffled. Then she pulls out my mask. The one I wore at the masked ball in Venice. I thought I’d left it in Venice.

She had it all this time? And she brought it here all the way from Chicago?

“You came to give me this? Why didn’t you give it to me when we next met?”

“I was here, anyway, so I thought …” She doesn’t finish her sentence.

And now I’m wondering why Penelope needed to show her the depot. Why Molly needed to see it.

“I saw what you did with the old depot,” Molly says, as if she’s read my mind.

I shake my head dismissively. “I didn't do it.”