Charlotte smiles. “I just see the way you look at that little girl,” she says. “And after everything thatSonya has done—well, it’s no contest who should have custody of Evie.”
I take in a slow breath and wait. She still has more left to say.
“So you want to know why I said no to Sonya’s offer? It’s because I believe in you, and I trust thatyou’re a good man who’ll protect Evie with your life. As impressive as Sonya is, I wouldn’t trust herwith a f*****g pet rock, much less a child.”
I breathe, slowly and softly.
Afraid to puncture this moment.
Afraid to say the wrong thing.
Charlotte’s eyes don’t contain a single shred of doubt, though. They’re as clear and bright as they’veever been.
And that thought rises up again in my head. You can name this thing you’re feeling when you look at
