Chapter 142: Champions, Part 4

Michael

She looks back over her shoulder, then turns for a better view. “It’s a bit ramshackle. I don’t remember it looking like that.”

“No, we’re around the back side. I think they ran out of money for their renovations. They don’t get so many tourists up here, the last few years, after the Crash.”

I have to say this…

But how? Without upsetting her?

…. Babe, I’m here….

I always will be….

“Charlotte, I can’t begin to guess what’s going through your head right now….”

Her head held low, she looks up at me. Her hair is partially covering her face, swept there by the breeze, and I wonder if she is deliberately allowing it to stay there, hiding her expression.

“…. You must feel that all your worst dreams have returned to haunt you….”

Her eyes are glossing again, but this needs to be said.

She must know this….

…. know it in her bones….