I nodded.
“I was.”
Silence settled between us.
Not uncomfortable silence.
The kind built from old memories.
Eventually I asked the question that had been bothering me.
“What happened?”
Charlotte smiled weakly.
“Life.”
The answer told me almost everything.
But not quite.
So she explained.
Modeling never worked out.
Her father became ill.
Medical debt followed.
Then her brother needed full-time care.
