Chapter 42

When she raises her head, I find myself staring directly into her brown eyes rather than looking away. I allow myself to hold my breath for a brief moment before letting it out.

Is that the case? Does Sharon...? "Is she...?" Abigail averts her gaze.

"Are you dead?" Her query is answered by me. It was Marie who said that Charity had told her that.

Her head is shaken in shock. That's a bad thing. In this moment, I am unable to fathom the anguish that

Charity must be experiencing. So much affection he had for her. It must be so heartbreaking for him to be so alone and so powerless, and he must be -"

I interrupted her by saying, "He'll be ok." "He's no longer a young boy."

Her outpouring of grief for Charity is so heartbreaking that I can't stand to keep listening to it. However, judging by the look on her face, it is clear that she did not appreciate the comment I made.

Moreover, I add, "And he is not going to be by himself." As soon as she finishes her conversation with my father,