Chapter 5

"Charlotte." Edward looked as if I'd struck him. "How could you think that of me? I—"

"What did you ever do for me?" A cold laugh escaped my throat. "I burned your letter, Edward, but I remember every word. 'Charlotte, Father knows about Isabelle. There's nothing to be done. Take care of yourself.'"

I let the words hang in the air. "'Take care of yourself.' That's what you wrote while they threw me out of the only home I'd ever known. When they accused me of stealing, you looked the other way.

"And now you show up with a bag…