Chapter 13 Charlie
CHARLIE
Miserable and angry, upset with herself as much as the adults, Charlie huddled on the couch in front of the fire. She was aware of her dad having come in a few minutes ago, but had ducked down so he wouldn’t see her. He would probably be looking for her any minute now.
She felt awful about—well, all of this, really. Her dad had been so sad without Mom. She knew he still was sad, even though he hid it from her. And he deserved to find a new person, just—
Just not her. Not Maggie. Please.
There was no way that Maggie wasn’t cozying up to her dad to get something out of him. For so long, it had been just the two of them. They looked out for each other.
Charlie reflexively rubbed the patch of sweater neck between her collarbones, feeling the nubbly knit of the sweater, and what wasn’t under it.
After a moment, her finger stilled.
She realized that she could think of a way to get rid of Maggie for good.
It would only work if her dad didn’t trust Maggie. But—this would prove it to him, wouldn’t it? Prove to him what kind of person Maggie really was, and how he really felt about her.