Very nervous.
“Sir, if this is about the order, I can explain—”
“It’s not.”
I walked to a bookshelf and picked up a framed photograph.
Then I handed it to her.
The moment she saw it, her face changed.
Her hand flew to her mouth.
The picture showed two teenagers standing awkwardly in a high school gym.
A smiling cheerleader in a blue dress.
And an overweight boy in a rented tuxedo.
Prom night.
Charlotte stared at it.
Then at me.
Then back at the photograph.
“No…”
Tears instantly filled her eyes.
