My sister sat down on the bed as I scrolled through my emails. Bree had emailed me a few ideas for the gallery but I wasn’t in the mood to look at them.

My mind raced with what-ifs. Fletcher’s dad being hurt was shocking. It seemed like a bulldozer couldn’t take him down.

“Are you leaving?” I asked Charlotte.

She nodded. “Yeah, I need to go to the office and let them know I’m alive. I have a question. What do you think of Duke?”

I smiled. “That he ...