Charlotte POV
I sat on the front porch of the cabin waiting for my mom to arrive. It feels surreal and like I could wake up from this dream at any moment. I want to yell and scream at them both, but would that really be productive? I want to talk to Antonio. I miss him so much. My phone is still with him and there is no landline here, so I have no way of contacting him. But I will figure out a way to do so soon because I am sure he is going crazy trying to find me.
I heard a car pulling up the long drive and I could see my mom in the backseat. She looks the same as she always did, so radiant. She is like the polished, mature, demure, version of me. “Oh my sweet girl,” she says as she steps out of the car and walks to me with her arms wide open. “I can’t believe I get to see you again. I
