Nox

It had been over a week since I’d seen my Charli asleep in our bed. Now I was a voyeur, watching from afar, through an electronic feed from Isaac's phone.

With everything in me I wanted to be there, to be sure she'd arrive and that the plan had a chance of working. Charli didn't know what was in store: it was too risky. For this to work, she needed to appear and be completely unaware.

From the limited view I could see the tea room. From Isaac's ...