Each day was a repeat of the last, and Charlie kept showing up for every one of them. Therapy session after therapy session, he never missed one. I didn't have any idea how he managed to work at his parents' ranch or Daddy's along with being with me daily, but selfishly, I feared asking would alert him to the fact that he could be doing something else. Every morning, he appeared with two cups of coffee, and recently, he'd added breakfast. I didn't know the why behind that, either. And I almost didn't want to know the answer. If he was doing this out of pity, or out of deference to Daddy, or even if he just somehow didn't have anything better to do...
I couldn't bring myself to believe that Charlie would have any ulterior motive for his attention. His attitude and actions went far beyond
