Charlotte had been on edge all weekend.
She kept pacing around her bedroom, glancing at the clock every few minutes, waiting for Damon to get back from his quick stop at the office. He was supposed to take her to her therapy session, and the closer the time got, the more restless she became.
For a brief moment, she thought about canceling. Maybe today wasn't the right time. Maybe she wasn't ready.
But then she remembered how much effort Damon had put into finding the right therapist for her, how he had personally made the call and arranged everything. The last thing she wanted was to let him down.
When she heard the familiar sound of his car pulling into the driveway, Charlotte bit her thumb anxiously. Her heart raced as she bounced on her feet a few times before grabbing her bag and hurrying out of her room.
"Charlotte, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Diana's puzzled voice called out as Charlotte sped past her.
