Charlotte's POV 

I drove around for hours, unsure of where I was going. I needed to think. I was furious with Stephen and his so-called choice. What about my own choices? What about what I wanted? Did it even occur to him that there were other people in the world? That I could make my own choices?

That was it of course: I was free to make my own choices. I decided to text Scarlett, and see if she could meet me at the diner. She was the only one in the world who had ...