“Charlotte,” I frowned, “Look up at me. Meet my eyes.”
Reluctantly, she did.
“I’m not stupid,” I told her. “And as cute as that whole cliche is, you and I both know you saw everything.
This is serious.”
Yeah. No ignoring this.
She looked at the scene to our left, the doctor, Bryce, Lisa and Minor. Leaning towards me, she whispered, almost plaintive, “Why did you bring me here?”
In part to have this conversation, I guess. Doesn’t hurt to get checked over by the doc, though.
“Because you’d already seen too much. There was no avoiding it. We couldn’t hide it from you without leaving you behind, and neither of us wanted that to happen, right?”
Fair.
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