(Caroline’s POV)
Morning light filters through the curtains of my old bedroom, and for one blissful moment, I forget where I am. Forget what happened. Then reality crashes back in like a wave, and I remember everything.
Samuel. Hailey. The study. Their crushing betrayal.
I close my eyes against the memory, but it doesn't help. I can still see them together, still hear Samuel's voice saying those terrible things about Charlie.
It’s funny how more than the image of them entangled together, what Samuel said about Charlie hurts me more.
I guess this is what it means to be a mother.
My phone is still off from last night. I'm not ready to turn it on yet, not ready to face whatever messages are waiting for me. Instead, I force myself out of bed and head to the bathroom to splash cold water
