Molly

It's been a few minutes since Tom spoke those words and neither of us have said a word. Tom got back in the driver's seat a moment ago, while I remained in the middle of the cab lost in my own world. He starts up the truck and continues his way to the farm while I stare out of the window in complete silence.

Tom's words flaw me as the realization of what he means hits me full force, but surely that can't be right. "Are you trying to tell me that he likes me? As in likes me ...