Hours later, I stared at the ceiling in the kids’ room wondering what Georgette was doing and if she was safe. I couldn’t convince her to talk to Charlie, but I was almost certain I’d pushed her a little closer in that direction. If anyone could help her, it was Charlie, but Georgette had to make the first step.
Chapter Seven
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