Charlie had lived nearly his whole life there. He was well known and well liked. He'd be missed, Shelly knew, though she found no comfort in that thought. Missed or not, he was gone. One more person had vanished from her life. Charlie's wife didn't attend the service. Marion's doctor didn't think...
He sat down hard on the plush sofa in Margaret Harwell's living room. He couldn't comprehend what she'd told him. Simply couldn't comprehend it. It was like a bad dream, except he was living it, and he couldn't make it stop. He just wanted to go back to the point where he didn't know anything, so...
He didn't think he'd ever fumbled a situation quite as badly as the one last night with Allie.He wasn't supposed to like her. She wasn't supposed to be so damned vulnerable, so absolutely alone, and he hadn't expected to feel so rotten about lying to her. But he did. He never planned to kiss her ...