I spun, gasping in fright, memory of the falling wall and being struck on the back of the head so hard I passed out flashing through my mind. I ducked as I turned, on impulse, though I must have looked ridiculous, because the person standing behind me, watching Molly with haunted, sorrow-filled eyes, wasn't lunging for me. Though the gun he held in his hand wasn't exactly a kindly offer to come quietly.
Dale only had eyes for Molly, ignoring me while I slipped with the kind of baby deer awkwardness I seemed to default to, grasping at the counter and using it as a lifeline while the pair stared at each other as if I didn't exist.
"Dale." Molly breathed his name, real regret in her voice. "What did you do?"