“Where’s Beta Drake?” Charli asked, waking up the next morning to find Donavan making a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen. “In the other bedroom.” He told her, motioning his head towards one of the doors, and when she started walking in that direction Donavan stopped her, “He’s had a long few days, you should let him sleep. Come sit down, and I’ll make you a cup of coffee.” He convinces her, and he can’t help the grin that comes to his lips at the sight of her walking back towards him. “I just have so many questions about what he told us yesterday.” She admitted more to herself than to Donavan.
“I’m sure these last few days have been overwhelming for you; a lot has happened.” He tells her, sliding over a steaming cup of coffee and a bowl of single-serve creamer. “Thank you.” Charli giv
