Charlotte Sanguinite
His voice is calm.
As I look at him, I know the real reason why.
“I thought—I thought you might think that I knew them or that I called them here. But I didn’t! They just stare at me the whole time. They don’t say anything to me. It’s as if they just want me to know that they’re watching me. But I really don’t know them, Robert. I prom—”
“I trust you,” he cuts me off seamlessly.
My mouth feels dry as I stare at him. “I don’t understand why they’re coming here. I keep waiting for the other shoe to fall. I’m scared to go out back to throw out the trash or be in the cafe by myself. I—”
Anger flickers in Robert’s eyes. “If you were so terrified, you should have come to me, Charlotte! You haven’t recognized even one of them?”
“No.”
“Is there any way I can see their
