Fifty seven

“Charlotte, why are you here again? Shouldn't you be home spending time with your husband?” Emily said once she threw open her door and saw Charlotte standing out with her hands raised in the air to knock again.

If Charlotte did not know any better; that her mother wanted her and Dalton's relationship to become stronger than it already was, she would have said her mother did not want to see her.

Before she would respond, Dalton, whom her mother was yet to notice, spoke for her.

“Her husband is here aunty Emmy, we wanted to visit you today,”

Emily's eyes widened, and she gasped in shock as she looked behind Charlotte to see Dalton in his wheelchair. He was smiling sweetly at her with his whole teeth out. It was exactly like he always did when he was younger, when he wanted her to allow him to see Charlotte.

Emily shoved Charlotte aside and rushed to him, “Ah, little handsome Dally, how have you been?”

Dalton squeezed his face at the nickname, but he said nothing, knowing she would stil