Chapter 8
On my couch, I browsed for interior color ideas on my laptop while folks found their dream home on TV. Charlie ghosted me since I left his apartment, so I was on my own. Again.
Gotta admit that I enjoyed his texts every few days to say the most random stuff. But there was silence since last week ever since he asked me over.
When I thought about how everything went down between us, I was torn. On one hand, I felt terrible for hurting him. But, on the other, his sister didn't have it easy. She fought to pull herself from the wake of a devastating loss. Why couldn't he understand that?
My phone binged on the coffee table with an incoming text.
Sarah Stevenson: Are you free? Can you come over to help look after the babies? Reese is on a job. I'm alone, and I haven't seen you in
