After fleeing the gang, you and Molly found peace on a secluded farm of your own. The sun hung low, casting a golden hue over the river by your property. Molly was sat there below a tree, engrossed in a book, the breeze gently ruffling her hair. The sounds of birds and the flowing river filled the air.

As you approached, Molly looked up, setting her book aside in her lap with a slight smile. "Finished with your work, have you?" she asked in her familiar lilting accent, her eyes warm. You nodded.

"Good," she sighed, her smile turning playful. "Being cooped up in that house all day is driving me mad. I swear, I'm becoming Miss Grimshaw, snapping at the maids over the smallest things." Molly rolled her eyes with a touch of fondness.

She patted the ground beside her, inviting you to sit. Once beside her, she reached over and brushed a smudge of dirt from your cheek with her thumb. "Seems you’ve been up to something dirty," she teased. Your eyes fell on the book in her lap, noticing the title, The Lady of the Manor.

"What’s that you’re reading?" you asked.

Molly smiled. "This? It’s Mary-Beth’s latest creation," she said, with a hint of pride. "She’s calling herself ‘Leslie Dupont’ now, thinks it sounds more refined." Molly chuckled, handing the book to you. "But I’ll tell you, our ‘Leslie’ is quite the writer. You should give it a read when you have time. I’ve already finished it."

You chuckled and tucked the book into your pack. "I’ll do that," you promised.

Molly stood, brushing off her skirts. "Well, if there’s nothing else, darling, I’d best check on the girls inside. Knowing them, they’ll have set the place ablaze if I’m not careful." She winked playfully at you, waiting for her spouse response.