(Bexley)
I felt Gage's hand squeezing my own, the comforting motion causing me to calm slightly as I glanced toward him.
It was the next day and we were on our way to the guest house to speak with Charlotte. I didn't know how to deal with this..on one hand, I felt guarded..the nagging feeling that maybe Charlotte had something to do with Alysha's death kept intruding my mind.
With her diagnosis..could she truly go that far? Reading up on a psychotic diagnosis, it doesn't necessarily mean they are automatic serial killers or something..but in a few brutal murder cases, it was a trait some carried.
On the other hand..I felt freaking guilty..to know the man I am in love with and am pregnant by was my sister's husband..it makes me feel bad. I know Charlotte might not deserve that guilt,
