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When I reached the bonfire, a pregnant woman ran over, grabbed me, and hugged me tightly.
“We’ve all missed you so much.” She broke our embrace as her hands gripped my shoulders. “I know you don’t remember me, but I’m Jenni, and this is my husband, Shaun.”
“Hi, Charlotte.” Shaun hugged me. “It’s good to have you home.”
All the guys and girls took turns hugging me and welcoming me back. I was overwhelmed, to say the least.
“Hi, Charlotte,” A young girl walked over and took hold of my hand. “I’m Lily, Stefan and Alex’s daughter.”
“Hello, Lily.” I smiled.
“Ella and I help you bake Conner’s favorite cookies,” she said. “We always have fun. I hope we can do it again one day.”
“Yeah. Maybe we can.” I smiled. “But you’re going to have to remind me what his favorite cookies are,” I whispered.
“Okay.” A grin crossed her lips.
Suddenly, something happened as I looked at the bonfire. I could only describe it as a flashbulb going off in my mind. I grabbed the sides of my head, and Conner grabbed onto me.
“Jackson!” he shouted.
Jackson jumped up from his chair and ran over to me.
“Charlotte, what’s wrong?” he asked.
It stopped, and I removed my hands from my head.
“Nothing. I just have a little bit of a headache. I’m going to go back to the house.”
“I’ll go with you,” Conner said.
“No. You stay here with your family. I’m fine.”
“Charlotte—”
“I said stay, Conner,” I spoke with irritation.
When I reached the house, I went upstairs and opened all the dresser drawers, trying to find my pajamas. Once I found which drawer they were in, I changed, poured some oil into my diffuser, and turned it on. Climbing into bed, I gripped the sheet and lay there, staring up at the ceiling.
“Charlotte?” Conner cautiously stepped into the bedroom.
“Is this a habit of yours?” I asked as I stared at him.
“Is what a habit?”
“You not listening to a word I say? Is that how our relationship was?”
He stood there with his hands tucked into his pants pockets and slowly nodded his head.
“Okay. You’re pissed at the world. I get that. But let me tell you something, Dr. Charlotte Roman. I listen to every word you speak. Even when I don’t want to hear what you have to say sometimes, I listen anyway. I know you can’t remember, but you healed me in ways I never thought were possible.” He pointed at me.
“Yeah, well, that woman is gone!” I shouted. “And another thing. I don’t like you!”
“Good, because I don’t like you either!” he shouted back. “And you know why? Because you’re giving up, and that isn’t the Charlotte I know. The Charlotte I know fights. I know right now you’re stuck in the past, and ten years ago, you were in the middle of healing yourself from your childhood trauma. And you did it. You fought to escape the pain and agony of what happened to you. You didn’t give up and healed yourself just like you put so much effort into healing others.”
“I don’t remember any of that! What don’t you understand?”
“I do understand, and I want one thing from you. Only one thing, Charlotte. Don’t give up. Fight to get your life back. That’s all I’m asking of you.” He shook his head, walked out of the room, and shut the door.
