Walking into Charlotte's apartment, it's immediately evident as to what she meant in her letter when she said she wouldn't be able to care for a child.
It seems like she's barely making it on her own.
She lives in a small studio apartment.
Yellow walls, a bed, a used sofa and a well worn table with some chairs are all that grace the space.
There's certainly no room for a child here.
I remember Bella told me that Charlotte said she moved here after Evan walked away from her, and I can't help but wonder why she chose a place like this…or what her old place looked like.
She offers Bella and I a place on the sofa and then offers us something to drink.
I politely decline, but when she reaches into her small fridge, I notice how empty it is, as if she can't afford to keep enough food for herself.
She grabs one of the chairs from the table and sits across from us.
"You look just like him…he told me he had a twin, but I never thought you'd be so identical…except for the eyes," she softly says to me.
It's still difficult for to hear those things normally, but to hear my brother's mistress say it…as if she's thinking longingly of him…I can't, I won't tolerate it and struggle mask my emotions.
"We're not here to talk about me," I tell her through gritted teeth, trying to tamp down my anger and distaste for her before I lash out as say something exceedingly rude or cruel.
"No…no, I suppose you aren't," Charlotte says before directing her attention to Bella. "So…what would you like to know?"