Chapter 6

Early the next morning, Jonathan opened his bedroom door to find Charlotte standing in the hallway, holding a silver breakfast tray.

She said, "I know you're grieving, Jonathan, so I made you something light..."

"Emily called me several times that day. You deleted them, didn't you?" he asked.

His voice was hoarse from a night of weeping as he fixed his bloodshot eyes on her in a deathly stare.

Charlotte froze, countering him instinctively, "What? Of course not! Jonathan, how could you even accuse me of something like that?"

Jonathan pursed his lips, a flicker of deep disappointment crossing his…