Wilson offered to drive Charlotte to her place first before heading to the restaurant and the drive was one of the most silent ones they had been in.
Charlotte’s mind was clouded, thoughts about Rachael flooding it. Though she tried to hide it, her worry about Rachael only seemed to have intensified.
She felt nervous and it had to be the first time in forever she felt nervous about talking to her best friend. She clicked her tongue then rubbed her hands together, wondering what she was going to say when they finally met up.
But for that to happen, she was going to have to see her first.
Taking the sigh that escaped her lips as a cue, Wilson hit the pedal of the car and drove even faster, having them arrive at her place shortly afterwards.
“So we are here,” he breathed out, pulling ove
