CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
“Are you warm enough?” Rosie asked for the twentieth time, tucking a blanket a bit more over Charlotte’s lap. “I’ll make more tea.”
“Rosie, I’m fine, I promise. Stay here.” Charlotte was curled up on an armchair in Rosie’s living room where Trev insisted she stay until he arrived. For once she was happy to do what he said.
“I can’t wait to meet Zoe. She saved your life, darling!”
Charlotte smiled. “She is amazing and you will love her.”
“I already do. Didn’t think when Trev brought you to meet me last year, I’d end up with two daughters!”
Mayhem jumped onto the arm of the chair and stared at Charlotte. She knew better than to extend her hand, so ignored him. “I let Trev down.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I let Alison get…away.” Tears welled in her eyes. Through this whol
