CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Charlotte gulped down a sudden shard of anguish in her chest. Her breathing accelerated and she took little gasps to regulate it. Any second now, Trev would come looking for her. She closed the handbag and leaned against the wall, eyes closed.
There’s no time for this, Charlie.
Everybody was under pressure at the moment. The envelope might be as innocent as an invitation to the wedding. Except the wedding date wasn’t set. Or it might be, what? Nothing came to mind and Charlotte was left with the choice of falling into a downward spiral to anxiety or dealing with it. She chose the latter.
Eyes open again, she straightened her back and returned to the living room. Whatever was going on with Rosie would be addressed at the time Rosie wanted to talk. For now, her job was
