CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Trev stared at the whiteboard in the police station. He’d reread the same line three times. Or four. But he might as well not have bothered as the words still hadn’t made it to his brain.
Stop worrying about her.
But how?
Charlotte was alone in a place she’d run from. Dealing with issues he still wasn’t sure of except its effect on her over the time he’d known her. The deep-seated stress, anxiety attacks, fear of being close to anyone. To him. Much of this she’d worked hard on to reduce and he saw her blossoming every day into the wonderful, confident woman from beneath a lifetime of doubt. If only he’d gone with her.
“Case won’t solve itself, Trev.” Bryce didn’t look up from a file he’d uncovered from the mess Sid had left behind. “The detective will be expecting r
