Harper's face suddenly changed, her hands trembling. Tears streamed down her face. Her voice shook with emotion. "What do you want to hear? Do you want to hear how Charlotte grew thinner and weaker? How much pain she was in? How she couldn't sleep night after night, how she popped pills like they were candy? Or do you want to hear how, on the day she died, she wanted to hear your voice one last time, but when she saw the news of your marriage, she gave up and died alone?"
Harper had been with Charlotte, watching helplessly as her life slowly faded away. It was the first time she had felt so helpless, realizing how fragile life truly was. A flower destined to wither couldn't be saved.
Harper wiped her tears, her voice cold. "Charles, amnesia is no excuse for how you hurt her. If only you
