Chapter 26 : The Price of Information

I went over to Charlotte’s side. She was sitting on her bed in a white dress, her blonde hair was messy, and mascara was running down her face. Alice was sitting next to her with her arm around her with a concerned look on her face. Charlotte began crying again and put her head in her hands. I looked at Alice, silently asking her if she knew what was wrong with Charlotte. But Alice just shrugged.

I placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke in a gentle tone. “Charlotte, I’m going to make you a cup of tea, alright? Then you can tell me what’s wrong.”

She didn’t respond, she just kept crying.

I ran to the kitchen and made three cups of chamomile tea. I brought them back on a tray. Thankfully, Charlotte was a little more calm when I came back. Since I usually buried my own emotions, I didn’t really know what to do or how to comfort people when they cried.

I thought that was why I got along better with Alice than with Charlotte. Charlotte was sweet and kind, but she wo