George

Arriving at the hospital, I get directions to where Charlotte resides. Not only do I feel several pairs of eyes on my person, but I also hear the whispers.

"Mr. Wickham is here," one person murmurs.

"Are the rumors true then?" another asks.

God, do these people have nothing better to do other than gossip? I don't wish to be here, and now I must hear the things people speak under their breath.

Charlotte truly doesn't seem to understand the situation ...