Charlotte sat in front of her vanity painting her nails while Kai sat on her parents’ bed behind her. It was one of those days Darrin considered ‘good’ at this point. She wasn’t throwing some tantrum, demanding to know why Brady was in her room, wasn’t lethargic, nor was she asking where Darrin was.
Brady couldn’t pin whether or not she was having some sort of memory problems, dementia, or something else. Whenever he asked Michael for clarity, the angel seemed to lose the ability to speak and would come up with an excuse suggesting all they could do was make her comfortable. Though it was irritating, and he was seeking help for her elsewhere, Brady always welcomed Michael by to help ease the symptoms.
Kai wasn’t aware of the severity of her issues until she walked in on a particul
