Charli

“Charli?”

The sound of my name resonated through my dreams, pulling me from my slumber as a warm touch skirted my back, tracing my spine before resting on my shoulder. The connection created a lifeline back to reality. It was one I hadn’t realized I needed or even wanted. For so long I’d pretended to be strong. I probably wasn't fooling anyone, except maybe myself. I'd thought that during all of those years in Montague Manor that I'd been alone, but I ...