23
Charlie
I slam the front door to my house closed, seething. Larkin really did a good job of getting to me, getting under my skin. And that’s the problem, really. Larkin has worked her way into the core of who I am.
Into my heart.
Funny things, hearts. And fragile.
After Britta died, I was in shock. And when the shock wore off, I was in a terrible, seemingly insurmountable kind of pain. Then I lapsed into a kind of numbness, one that I didn’t really start to come out of until…
Until I moved here. Until Larkin.
Because Larkin is not just beautiful, not just smart. She’s not just good with Sarah.
She just gets me, in a way that I didn’t think was possible. She’s seen me at some of my worst moments: during a panic attack, arguing with Helen, feeling like I had let myself and Britta
