Better to Give
Molly fell into a chair, and picked up the small box.
It had taken ages to decide on a gift. And she'd put so much care into…
She wiped a hand through tears and bright red lipstick.
Took the call: "…so sorry to ask, but…"
"…but you're the only one alone tonight," her mind supplied.
John had mentioned something. It must be for Him...
"I don't have- I'll be there."
She took one last look at the box before she dropped it into the bin.
Then pulled on jeans and the nearest jumper, and grabbed her coat.
Merry Christmas, Sherlock.