Once Charlie was out of sight, I laid down and stared up at the ceiling, wondering how my life had come back full circle. What was I going to do with her once the sun came up?
The door opened, and out walked Charlotte with my t-shirt on that hung down to her mid-thigh. She looked so right with my clothes on, but I had to remember why I gave her up in the first place.
Charlotte Hunter didn’t belong in my world.