Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
There was silence by his side, but it didn’t make me feel better. I was so pissed at him that I could punch him hard if I could.
“You know better than me why I am worried about you when I have nothing to do with you, Char. It’s not that I am idle enough to worry about your whereabouts, but everything that has happened to you and your mother in the past two days, and that little involvement of mine, I am just concerned.” He replied to me in a very cold voice.
Okay, his tone made me feel a tight squeeze in my chest, but I also felt guilty for lashing out at him earlier.
“Okay, sorry.” I grumbled and took a deep breath, pushing the guilt out of my mind and heart.
“Okay. I won’t come to school tomorrow. So, do me a favor and get notes for me too.” He said to
