CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Trevor left near midnight, and minutes later, the storm came. He messaged her to say he’d made it home in time, and to send her an emoji of a penguin for some reason—which made her smile—and then she sat in the third bedroom with the window open.
All the lights were off in the apartment. Charlotte cradled a glass of wine, the last of the bottle shared with Trev over dinner. As tired as she was, thinking of the simple meal and company kept her too alert for sleep. The mystery of the cane trunk had deepened but now there was something to investigate, even if Vi was not the poor soul from the forest.
Except, you are.
Charlotte gazed through the rain. Every time lightning flashed, the flower trail lit up. All the media were gone. The police were gone. Only strands of pol
