Charlotte

I have to get home to explain everything to George, although I'm afraid he won't listen. As soon as he sees me entering the house, he walks away.

I follow George down the hallway, my footsteps soft against the hardwood floors, but the tension between us is anything but subtle. My hands are trembling, heart pounding in my chest, and all I want is for him to stop. To turn around and listen to me. Just listen.

"George, wait," I plead, my voice ...