Willow’s POV
I could hear screaming outside the hall, but I am too focused on my stupid decision to pay it any mind. Charlie has sat me on his recliner, taking the loveseat beside it. It’s deadly silent as he stares at me, waiting for something, but I have no idea what. I don’t even know what I’m doing here.
Way to go, Willow. Stupid.
“Willow, I feel like I lost a friend. I am so sorry for what I did.” Charlie finally breaks the silence, plaguing me with uncertainty at his words. Was forgiveness something I could even afford to give him?
“I—” I fidget in the set, staying at the edge, feeling a need to run away yelling ‘sorry this was stupid’. “I don’t know what to say, Charlie.”
“Is that not what you’re here for? An apology?” He leaned forward, a spark in his eyes probably misinter
