27 CHARLOTTEOn my second day at Valentina’s, I summoned my courage and picked up my phone, finding another slew of missed calls and texts.
None, I noticed, were from Luke.
I was going to have to deal with the emotions that came along with that soon enough, and I was dreading it. But there were other things that needed tending to as well. Things I felt more sure of with every passing minute.
Clicking open the first message, I listened as my mother’s voice poured through the speaker. “Charlotte, sweetie, you missed your appointment with the doctor yesterday. You do know it’s very hard to get appointments like those at such short notice. I’ll reschedule, but you should know what an awful imposition this is.” The message clicked off.
No “I love you,” no “I hope you’re safe.” Again, no ques
