Charlotte demurred. ‘I punched him back.’
‘Ok?’
‘I caught him off guard; he actually started crying.’
Olivia pursed her lips.
‘What?’
‘You felt sorry for him.’
‘Well, yeah.’
‘You comforted him.’
Charlotte shrugged.
‘Alright, so how can he help?’ she asked, exasperated.
‘He knows how to find people’s families.’
‘Has he helped you?’
‘No, but I don’t remember much.’
‘Has he found his family?’
‘No.’
‘Oh my God, Charlotte.’
‘What?’
‘He’s playing you.’
‘He can help you.’
Olivia paused. ‘Why me?’
‘He knows about your two sons.’
‘How?’
‘I don’t know. You should talk to him.’
‘Yeah…’ she responded suspiciously.
They shared an uneasy silence.
‘Ok,’ Olivia responded, ‘when and where?’
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