MICHAEL
I drive. James stretches out his bad leg in the passenger seat. "Well, that was weird," I comment.
James grunts.
In the rear mirror, Charlotte stares out of the window. "You okay?"
She keeps staring. Tonelessly, "The same thing happened to him as to me. He was scared. He stabbed someone. He ran."
James swivels in his seat, stabbing a finger towards her. "It is not the same, Charlotte. All aside from the detail that he was responsible for you being in that position, however bad a start to life you both had, you both had choices afterwards. You made choices that turned you into a strong admirable woman. He made choices that took him down the path of slaver and multiple murderer. He could have turned from it at any point and he chose not to do so."
*****
I tap on her office door. "Hi, it's only me."
Charlotte looks up from her desk. "Is it that time already?"
"Yup. Ready for home?"
"Sure. Let me just..."
My mobile buzzes. It's Beth.