When they woke, a more considerable storm raged outside. In fact, Charlie had a feeling it had been the thunder that had roused him.
They dressed and went downstairs to find Faye sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop.
“Ah, my two favourite men,” she said, her face beaming with delight. “I knew the storm would draw you out.”
Charlie and Ellis each kissed her on the cheek before sitting at the table on either side of her.
“I have some news.” She turned the laptop around to show them what she’d been reading. It was a newspaper article. “It’s about you, Charlie. About your escape from prison. I’ll let you read it for yourselves.”
Charlie wasn’t sure he wanted to be reminded of the day he’d lost his life. And the life of his soulmate. But both Ellis and Faye looked at him, waiting,
