~AdamI took one last look at Charlotte's confused and hurt expression, after I sent her the five thousand dollars. And then I turned away from the dining room and started walking down the hall. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my thoughts racing. I knew I had to talk to her, to explain why I had given her the money, but I couldn't get myself to speak to her, not after what I said to her last night.I had sent her the money, specifically to lighten her mood, I couldn't think of another way to make her feel better after the way I had treated her. It hurts me that I'm hunting her feelings , but I can't allow myself to fall for her. I needed to make her hate me. I walked down the hallway, my thoughts still swirling around in my head. But as I got closer to my son's room, I heard a soft sobbing. I hesitated, my heart sinking. I knocked gently on the door."Come in," I heard a small voice say. I opened the door and saw my son sitting on his bed, tears streaming down his cheek

~AdamI woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm. I rolled over and groggily reached for my phone to turn it off. As I did, I saw the date on the screen. It was the day Charlotte was supposed to be discharged from the hospital.I sat up, my heart racing. I took a deep breath and got out of bed.As I walked into the hospital, the receptionist at the front desk smiled at me. "Mr. Morgan, it's good to see you," she said. "How are you doing?""I'm fine, thanks," I said, with confidence. "How's Charlotte?""She's doing well," the receptionist said, her voice full of compassion. "You can go up to her room now. The nurses will be able to give you more information."I nodded and headed for the elevator. I got out of the elevator and walked down the hall to Charlotte's room. As I approached the door, I saw it was cracked open, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. I paused, taking a deep breath, and then I knocked softly."Come in," I heard Charlotte's voice from inside th