She was staring intently at the grounds now. "Are you waiting for someone?" I asked and she turned her head, looking slightly frazzled.
"No," she said quickly.
"Why are you focussing on the grounds so much then?" I asked, and she turned and walked back into the bedroom, her heels clacking.
"I was just thinking," she said dismissively.
I wasn't certain that was the case, but then what did I have to be suspicious of? Something about Charlotte seemed off somehow. I couldn't put my finger on it. She was eager to go out all the time, even with her grandfather in the hospital. She showed no remorse or guilt over her actions and while I understood she enjoyed shopping, she was going out to the point of what I would deem excessive. I had even managed to make it back to work on several occa
