Occasional dialogue from the television echoed within the living room. Charlotte Thompson put down her phone and leaned against the balustrade, half-squinting her eyes.
In the brief moment of talking to her grandfather just now, she even felt a bit guilty.
What exactly was she guilty about?
A slightly cool evening breeze blew on her face, ruffling her eyebrows and hair.
Charlotte suddenly realized that her seemingly relaxed days seemed only temporary.
Not having figured out how to tell her family meant that as long as the Thompson family members didn't know, she and Justin Battleson couldn't see each other openly.
How much Henry Thompson disagreed with her was something Charlotte knew best.
She let out a heavy sigh. Her mind was incredibly complicated, like a tangled skein of thread spinning continuously in her brain, impossible to untangle.
Suddenly a warmth spread on her shoulders. Charlotte was slightly taken aback, then turned to look.