Charlotte
It was a miserable type of business.
What kind of mother couldn’t remember her own son, even in his own death?
Couldn’t mourn him the way he deserved. What was he like growing up? Was he high energy? Did he cause a lot of problems?
Did he cuddle with her at bedtime?
These are things one wonders about when they stand before a grave for a child they grew inside of them but have no recollection of.
But she felt the heartache. She could feel the loss. Her body knew. Her wolf… she was certain had retreated into herself. Charlotte couldn’t remember the last time she felt Philomena. When did she disappear?
“Charlotte, do you want to say anything?” Brady held onto her, but was it even right? She woke up beside him this morning, no one was staring like this was
