‘Umm, okay…’ Charlotte replied skeptically.
‘What?!’ Olivia snapped.
Charlotte shrunk back into her chair. ‘I don’t know. I was
just… It seems… Are you being realistic?’
Olivia backed off. ‘I don’t know. But I can’t stay here. I
can’t take another ten years of this.’
Charlotte remained quiet, thoughtful.
‘Oh my God! It’s a freaking worldwide phenomenon. And my
bitch of a mother won’t even acknowledge it.’
‘Sorry.’
‘Not your fault.’
‘What are you going to do?’
‘No idea.’
Charlotte stared past her, thinking.
‘What are you looking at?’
‘Hmm… Do you still want to find your kids?’ she asked.
‘I guess. Why?’
‘I may know someone who can help.’
‘Who?’
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