Molly leaned against the wall heavily, choking out a sob as she slid to the floor. The corridor was empty, one thing she was grateful for. She dropped her handbag and blindly dug through it before taking out her phone.
Through blurry eyes, she typed out a message. She clicked send, and her hand went limp, the phone dropping to the floor. It landed with a clatter.
Her mind went back to her brief meeting with John, which had just ended.
A tear fell down her cheek. She didn't bother to wipe it away.
I can't do it, Sherlock… I can't watch him suffer.