At least Charlotte Miller had waited long enough, happiness was right at her fingertips, within reach.
"You'll get there too." Charlotte put down her phone and whispered.
She listened closely, in the silent air, it seemed as if the deep, magnetic voice of Atlas Hallow echoed repeatedly, saying: I... miss you...
It wasn't until dawn broke and she saw Annie Gray asleep that Charlotte curled up on the sofa and closed her eyes.
There was still some time to rest; after three hours of sleep, she had to go to the company to handle some matters. Over there, Atlas had hired a professional caretaker, and Annie now was just too weak from blood loss. After two days of observation in the hospital, she could be discharged without any major concerns.
But before she could complete her three-hour sleep, her phone rang, waking her up.
Seeing it was a call from Rogers, was something wrong at this time? Or was it that Rogers' grandmother was no longer holding on?
