Evelyn’s POV
Charlie had managed to tame the heart wrenching sobs that had burst out of my throat minutes ago, and now, I was quietly coiled beside him on the bed. The sobs had eased into silent hiccups.
The sound of the television invaded my thoughts every now and then. Charlie was still beside me. But I knew he was awake and wasn't watching the television either. He was probably lost in thoughts.
"He wants me to go work for him," I blurted. Charlie did not respond immediately; I almost thought he hadn't heard me. Then he shifted closer, pressing his body into mine and rubbing his hand over my bare arms.
"Do you want to?" He finally asked in a whisper that tickled my ear lobes.
"No," I murmured.
A long silent followed my response. I was hoping Charlie would be proud of me. Proud
