Chapter 12: Sarah

That moment-time with Charlie-stayed with me long after he had left. I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he had touched my face, how his gaze almost caressed my soul, and when he parted his lips and my name flowed past-I didn't even realize he knew my name.

He'd been under no obligation to stay. I wasn't delusional enough to believe he'd been there for me in the first place. Heck, he'd flat out asked for Daddy, but he hadn't left. Charlie Burin had seen me at my lowest, yet instead of turning up his nose in disgust at my injuries and the aftermath of what the accident had left behind, he'd been tender, gentle, kind. It was a side of Charlie I didn't know existed, and I fell that much harder for the boy whose heart I'd never win. Either way, it had been enough to carry my spirits through the rest of the day, and I woke up today filled with more hope than I'd had since I came out of the coma.

And then, there he was. He appeared early in the morning with two cups