"Charlie," I whisper, my skin pale as the boy who holds my heart looks at me. He can't look away, his mouth agape, shoulders tense, and looks utterly speechless.
My palms begin to sweat, all sorts of ways to explain what has just happened running through my mind.
What do I say?
He should believe me. Relationships are built off of trust and loyalty, and Charlie knows this. We trust one another. If we ever doubt the other, we ask for the explanation one more time, knowing what we hear is true.
"Winifred..."
It's as if Axel has won his game, getting out of my car as a smug look crawls across his face.
"How long? How long has this been going on?" Charlie asks, his voice cracking as I shake my head.
"Nothing is going on. Axel is an ass-
"It's been going on for years," Axel interrupts, s
