I hear him shift, and the warmth of his hand suddenly envelops mine. I turn my head, looking at his palm grasping mine. It's so big compared to my hand, so warm, and the gesture is tender. My hand tingles from his touch, the feeling shooting up my arm and to my chest.
"Everything is going to be okay, Charlie. I promise," he mutters, squeezing my hand. Does he not have any resentment toward me after I shot him? I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing back the tears.
The car turns into a suburban area, and I sit up straight in the seat to look around. There are houses of every color and every size, spaced accordingly to give one another privacy. They seem fancy, with the palm trees and cars that look brand new sitting in some of the driveways. Landon turns the wheel and pulls into the driveway of
