Charli

"You know you can't leave him," Patrick said as he squeezed my knee. "I can tell you're upset. I don't know what he did, but you simply can't. It's not allowed."

I twisted the stem of the wine glass, the red liquid swirling within the globe. Thankfully, Cy wasn't home and it was just Patrick and I. "Thanks for letting me borrow your gym shorts and t-shirt."

He laughed. "Besides the fact that you kind of look like they're swallowing you whole, you look ...