Chapter 18
Drake got down two wine glasses in anticipation of Sophie stopping by. Charlotte sat at the table coloring as she unwound from karate class. He was worried she wouldn’t like it, but when he picked her up, she had a huge smile on her face. He signed her up for the rest of the year after that.
He walked over to the table and looked down at her drawing. It was another stick figure, and the way she drew the hair, he knew it was him. Once again, he was surrounded by apples. Maybe now that she was speaking, he could figure out why. It had been bugging him, not knowing what the apples represented, and maybe they meant nothing, but he needed to know.
“Is that me?” he asked.
She nodded, still preferring the gesture instead of her full voice at times.
“Why do you always draw me with
