“Is that what she told you?”
“She didn’t have to,” Charlotte replies, the guilt evident in her tone.
I move a little closer. “You’re too hard on yourself.”
“You’re beating yourself up for s**t you have nothing to do with and no control over.”
She shakes her head, and then I see her eyes flit over my shoulder.
“Evie!” she cries, scrambling forward.
I turn just as my daughter opens her eyes fully. She looks confused and a little flustered as she takes inher unfamiliar surroundings.
“Hey, kiddo,” Charlotte croons, clutching her hand. “I’m right here. We’re both right here.”
Evie looks around, with a puzzled expression. “Where are we?”
“In the hospital,” I answer. “We were in a little car accident.”
“But you’re going to be okay now,” Charlotte adds gently. “Everything’s going to be o
