CHARLIE
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Charlie’s government-appointed lawyer leaned forward on his desk, trying to give the appearance that he was listening. “Is there anything more I can do to help?”
Charlie shook her head, even though she wasn’t entirely sure it was the truth. Had he done anything to help her in the first place?
“No, I’m all right,” she replied, wondering if that was another lie. She still hadn’t adjusted to the way that everything had changed since she had gotten home. She figured her brain was shocked by the trauma, and she often felt as though she was only half-engaged in her surroundings.
For someone who had always been so sharp and aware, she felt like she was sleepwalking most of the time these days. And that’s why, no matter how many questions the lawyer asked
