“I’m not ready,” she would say. “I’m not the one.”
The word was small. Fragile. It trembled on her lips like a bird learning to fly. Charlie Laine Finally Says Yes
Marcus reached out and took her cold hand in his warm one. “I’m not ready,” she would say
The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was full—of a year’s worth of patience, of fear finally unclenching its fingers, of a door left open just long enough. “I’m not ready
“Took you long enough,” he whispered.
And Charlie Laine, for the first time in her life, laughed and said, “I know.”
Marcus leaned against the doorframe, his heart a clenched fist. “Yes to what, Charlie?”
