Charles: "..."
Charlotte walked past him, heading straight inside. She couldn’t stand her younger brother’s antics. If she stayed any longer, she worried someone would end up bleeding, which would be terribly unlucky for New Year’s.
After she left, Charles remained in place, his usually impassive face showing a hint of frustration.
The only reason he had come out here was that he overheard Charlotte calling Anna, chatting with her so cheerfully. And here he was, her ex-husband, unable to say a single word to her.
As he thought about it, he pulled out his phone, recalling what Charlotte had said. He found Anna’s number and hesitated before dialing. Just as the call started to connect, he hung up abruptly.
*She’s just my ex-wife. Why am I still trying to reach her?* His expression har
