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The following morning, a Wednesday, Mollie got up and went to work. She sent texts to Dalton and her mom as the day wore on.
She finished work, came back to Dalton’s house, and then decided to head out for a run. Mollie made running a daily routine, but she never ran the same route twice when she was back in Brooklyn.
She liked the change of pace in not following a set path.
Instagram; Mollie captured the above photo of her and Dalton with, “The bed of a pick up filled with pillows and blankets + a drive-in movie + a cute boy to cuddle= perfect Saturday night”
Mollie slipped on a pair of dark-colored shorts and a pink top, then put on her sneakers. She tied her hair into a ponytail, and then put on a headband.
She grabbed her Fitbit and her phone, and she was out the door slightly before 7:45 p.m.
Over the course of her run, local residents would later recall seeing Mollie in her pink top and dark shorts. Her brown ponytail bobbed along between her tanned shoulders as she set her pace.
Mollie’s route never took her back to Dalton’s that night though.
She also never made it to her mom’s house for dinner as she had planned earlier. She never texted her loved ones or her boyfriend back.
Though it was strange that Mollie seemed to have blown off dinner and failed to reply to messages sent to her phone, perhaps she had gone to bed on the early side.
