Charlotte’s POV
It was a dreary, rainy day; the perfect day to stay inside, reading in the library. Nora and I had made our home for the day at one of the tables in the library with cups of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies between us. She sat across from me with a history book open in front of her. She was supposed to be reading about the founding Alpha families, but instead, she kept sighing wistfully, trailing her little fingers across the page.
“Nora,” I said gently, glancing up at her from the book I was reading. “Are you paying attention to your book?”
She looked back at me and nodded, but then sighed again, heavily enough to make her shoulders dip.
I got the sense she wanted attention and shut my book. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Nora pressed her lips together. Fo
