(Charlotte's POV)
I could hardly breathe when I heard the news that Darius had been discharged.
He was home, well and recovering—but also furious with me.
But I had to talk to him. I had no choice.
My heart thudded like a war drum as the car turned into the long, winding driveway of the Williams estate.
I had memorized this path once, back when I used to be welcomed here as someone who belonged.
Now, I was an outsider and the thought of it made my hands tremble with dread.
Mrs. Anna greeted me warmly, as always.
Her arms wrapped around me like the mother figure she had always been.
"Charlotte, it's so good to see you," she said with a soft smile.
I gave her a tight, grateful hug. "Thank you, Mrs. Anna. I heard about Darius, so I came. I just wanted to see if he was alright."
She nodded, motioning for me to come inside.
"He's doing much better. Still resting, but I'm sure he'll be glad to see you."
