“You’ll never believe who I saw,” Angelo told his brothers, bursting into the coffee shop he had called them to. The man’s name was Roberto Esposito. He had been a close friend of the brother’s father, but that only got him so far. Roberto had taken out millions in loans from Angelo’s father, always promising to repay them one business risk at a time. Angelo’s father wouldn’t have normally allowed the debt owed to get so out of hand, but being a close friend of Roberto’s, the debt started slipping. He was most likely to be responsible for the death of their father, though there wasn’t much linking him besides the debt. Still, Angelo trusted his gut.
“Who?” Francesco asked.
“Richard fucking Esposito,” Angelo responded. “He’s staying downtown.”
“You gotta take him out,” Sebastian said.
“Who, me?” Angelo asked.
“Yeah, you saw him, you take him out. It’s a good way to prove you’re still one of us,” Francesco told his little brother.
“I can’t. No way. I’m not,” Angelo said, getting nervous.
“Why, you think you’re better than us?” Francesco asked.
“Yeah, you ain’t never killed no one so you supposed to be some sort of saint or something?” Sebastian was starting to drill him.
Angelo could feel his muscles tighten, remembering how easy it had been for his brothers to attack him.
“You know where he’s staying, you take him out. If you don’t, we’ll know that you’re no longer one of us, and you will have to be taken care of. If you do it, we won’t have to worry about you anymore,” Sebastian explained to his little brother. Angelo knew there weren’t many other options.
He didn’t say anything else and left the coffee shop. He drove home, wanting so badly to stop back at Charlotte’s. He should have ignored Roberto, but it was too hard. Thinking that he might just let the killer walk away completely innocent terrified him. Losing his mother was hard, and his father even harder, having known him longer and been closer with him. He knew his father wasn’t perfect, but still, losing him wasn’t easy at all.
Angelo looked out his back window now. He could see Charlotte’s light was on, but she wasn’t looking back. Had he ruined things between the two of them? He just wanted to hold her more than anything. There’s nothing else he wanted to do with his time. He was willing to give up everything for Charlotte and knew that she would do the same.
What was he supposed to do? He was torn between sticking with his brothers or risking it all for Charlotte. She was certainly worth everything, but would he even be able to get away with leaving Jersey City and heading to New York City? His brothers claimed that they would take him out, and he knew exactly what that meant.
He saw Charlotte in everything. A sunset reminded him of her warmth, a cold day of her icy hands as they fell asleep together. Angelo had the greatest summer of his life with Charlotte by his side, and he was willing to do anything to make sure that’s where she would stay. He knew that killing Roberto might be his only option. It was two on one and Angelo wouldn’t be able to take both of his brothers down, even if that was something he wanted to do and believed he could execute.
Angelo hadn’t asked to be born into the family he was. He was grateful for the opportunities that he was given, but this was part of it all that he didn’t agree to. He was recruited at such a young age and he wasn’t ever really presented with many other options. Joining the mob seemed like the only thing that made sense for his future.
He also saw the mob in everything. Just like it was hard to stop thinking about Charlotte, it was just as difficult to try and picture life without the mob. He had enough money to never have to work a day in his life, but then what would he do? He tried to tell himself that he only stayed in the mob because that’s what he needed to do for his safety, but he had to admit that it was partly because he didn’t know anything else. How would he spend his days if not collecting money from associates or setting things right with an unruly brother? Could he function in an environment without crime? Without his brothers?
Charlotte changed the way he felt. Charlotte made him believe that he was capable of anything. He hadn’t finished high school, but she reminded him that he had so much more to learn. Meeting Charlotte felt like a blessing. The first time he saw her he was looking out his very window, seeing her with her attacker.
He thought he might die himself if anything had happened to her then, and he hadn’t even known her. It was clear taking care of Charlotte was the first priority, but how exactly was he supposed to know what that would entail? How could he be sure he was making the right decision?
His brothers were family, how could he let them down? Charlotte meant the world to him, but at the same time, they hadn’t known each other for as long as he knew his brothers. He worried that after the summer came and they moved away, she might grow into a different person that didn’t want to be with him.
She was young. They were both in love, but that didn’t mean for one second that they had any surefire answers. Angelo thought long and hard about what he needed to do. He wanted to ask Charlotte for advice, but that was the last place that would have made sense to go.
****
Charlotte would never forgive him if she knew the truth about everything. If she knew that he still had doubts about leaving his brothers and his past behind.
It was Saturday afternoon, and Charlotte was headed to get ready for the show. There was one place she had to stop first.
She knocked hard on Angelo’s door and he opened, wearing only a pair of pajama pants. He looked sleepy and stressed. Charlotte just wanted to grab him and squeeze him tight, but she wasn’t sure if that would have been uncomfortable given their departure the night before. Instead, Angelo held her hands hard and just looked into her eyes. She hadn’t seen him so serious before. Had she overreacted the night before?
“I would walk you to the theater, but I gotta do something first,” he said. “Do you want money for a cab?”
“No, I’m fine. I don’t mind walking. It’s a good warm-up. You’ll be there though, right?” she asked, squeezing his hands back. She figured whatever he had to do was nothing too big, but she was still worried he was up to no good.
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it if my life depended on it,” he replied, knowing that was the honest truth.
“I love you,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. It was a soft one, different than the kisses they had shared in the past.
“You too,” he responded, watching her walk away.
She started to feel lonely again on the walk but knew that she should accept this quiet time before the big show. She had left much earlier than she needed to because it was too difficult to sit in the house alone. She wasn’t as nervous as she thought she might be, but her nerves were still all over the place. Part of her also felt nervous about not feeling nervous enough. It was an emotional rollercoaster that Charlotte was excited to end. Part of her was also terrified. What if it had all just been one long fantasy and once the ballet ended, her and Angelo would end too?
What would she do if he backed out on their plan? If he did, she wouldn’t have any other option than to continue living with her grandmother. She’d have to get a job again as well, possibly a place like the diner. Charlotte started to get anxious thinking about this unforeseen possibility. She had gotten so comfortable with her and Angelo’s future that she was sick thinking that it might not be that way anymore. She couldn’t let herself think about that right now. She had to focus on the ballet. It was an important opportunity and she only had one chance to make it perfect.
She could feel her stomach tighten. The last time she had felt that nervous was the day of the audition. It had been such a nightmare before but having Angelo by her side made it so much easier. He wasn’t there now. He was very distracted, and Charlotte could tell. This worried her. She started to get sad thinking that he might not show up after all. She would certainly be devastated if that were the case. Now was not the time to overthink. She had to get out of her head. Could she be self-destructing? She had done this in the past.
She arrived at the theater, and it was already getting crowded with the cast members. There were about two hours before she was set to go on, and she didn’t know if she was going to make it. She had done it all perfectly during the dress rehearsal, but now that there was a full audience, she was starting to feel sick.
After about an hour of getting her makeup done and another hour of nervous pacing and stretching, it was almost time for the show to start. She peeked through the curtains to try to get a glimpse of the crowd.
She saw her grandmother, who was chatting to Mr. Lisa in the crowd. They had bonded over Charlotte’s strange encounter with him at the mall and ended up forming a closer relationship. They were both older and past their young dating phase, but that didn’t mean that they still couldn’t be romantic companions. Charlotte had driven them to various restaurants and taken them on different dates throughout the summer, watching their friendship blossom into something a little more. It was nice to see that you could never be too old for a summer romance. Charlotte was happy that her grandmother would have someone once she moved away, if that was still going to be happening with Angelo.
Charlotte snapped out of her daydream as Kelly walked towards her.
“You ready?” Kelly asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” Charlotte said jokingly. She wasn’t sure she would ever not be nervous. She just had to get it all done. Kelly walked through the curtains and out to the stage. Charlotte couldn’t see her, but she could tell the crowd did as they quieted down.
“Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for coming out tonight!” Kelly announced. Charlotte’s stomach dropped. It was about to happen. Just as easily as it had twisted itself up, her stomach also managed to regain itself, her body knowing now that it wasn’t time to be nervous any more.
“This group has worked so incredibly hard. I can’t even begin to describe the amount of dedication this talented group of people has,” Kelly continued.
Charlotte had a few bad days, but she proved that those bad days didn’t compare to the best days, when she refused to give up. When she wanted to drop it all and run away, she pushed through and made it to the end. She thought so many times about faking an illness, so she didn’t have to go to early morning practice. She secretly hoped something bad would happen so that she wouldn’t have to go through with it all. Charlotte was just so afraid of failure that she was afraid to actually go through with the play. There was no going back now, however. It was her time to shine. If she completely bombed it all, at least it would be over within a couple of hours.
Of course, she wanted Angelo there, but she knew now that she didn’t need him there. She just wanted him to be in the crowd. Charlotte wouldn’t be the same person had she not met Angelo, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t still be a person. Of course, he had helped her grow and aided her when she needed financial assistance. Still, all of this wouldn’t have ruined Charlotte’s summer.
She realized that she didn’t need Angelo. She just wanted him. She wanted to be the person that he made her. She could survive without him. All she needed was herself and her ambition. She was capable of anything. When she was with Angelo, however, her potential was so much greater. That is what kept them together and that’s what Charlotte believed would keep them together. At least she had hoped.
Seats were quickly filling, and she still hadn’t seen his beaming face. There were hundreds of people filling the theater seats, and of course she wouldn’t have been able to see everyone’s face there. Still, Angelo’s face would have stood out to her. She had seen it from across the alley so many times that she could recognize it from long distances. She could see her grandmother and Mr. Lisa still, patiently waiting. If Angelo were there, he would have likely chosen to sit next to the two. Charlotte decided to stop peeking through the curtain and to just wait for the show to start. She was the star, after all.
****
Angelo looked down at the gun in his hands. He was parked right outside Roberto’s hotel. He had watched him walk into the hotel earlier that day and was just waiting for him to leave. He had a silencer on and figured he would follow him to a quiet spot and shoot him drive-by style. Angelo hadn’t killed anyone himself, but he had shot a gun plenty of times.
He knew he would be able to take Roberto down with one shot. He looked at the clock in his car. It was getting close to starting time for Charlotte’s ballet. He only had about ten more minutes until it would be too late to leave. He would already show up late if he left right that second.
Just when he was about to leave, he watched Roberto walk out of the hotel. Angelo’s body tightened. This didn’t mean that he would have to kill him right then. He decided to start driving, slowly following behind Roberto. He watched him walk down one block, but it was too busy a place to commit an execution. Angelo still followed closely as he walked down block after block, the minutes passing by. Every time Angelo saw an opportunity to do the shooting, something would get in his way that he’d use as an excuse to not shoot Roberto. Finally, Roberto stopped walking. He met a young girl and hugged her close. Angelo realized it was likely his daughter.
He put the gun down. He broke down in his car. This wasn’t him. The only thing he could see was Charlotte’s face. He wanted to get rid of Roberto, so his brothers wouldn’t come after him. There had to be another way, however. It just didn’t feel right. He couldn’t kill someone. He started crying, feeling guilty he wasn’t sitting right next to April waiting for Charlotte to go on. He had been following Roberto for too long and lost track of time. If he sped there, he might be able to catch the last act. First, he had to make an important phone call.
“I can’t do it man,” Angelo told his brother. “I’m not a killer, and nothing you do will make me one.”
Angelo hung up the phone without giving Sebastian a chance to respond. “He didn’t do it,” Sebastian told Francesco, who was sitting right next to him.
“Well, you know what we need to do,” Francesco said. Sebastian started the car and followed Angelo. He hadn’t realized, but his older brothers had been tailing him the entire time Angelo was following Roberto. “Turn here,” Francesco told his brother.
“But he’s going that way,” Sebastian responded.
“I have a different idea. We got to do something that’ll teach him he’ll always be one of us,” Francesco said devilishly.
****
Charlotte finished out the ballet so much better than anyone would have ever expected. As soon as she finished, she didn’t spend any time waiting around in the dressing room. She wanted to run to the audience to see who was in the crowd. She didn’t see Angelo anywhere. Her heart sunk into her chest as she frantically looked through the crowd. The entire ballet had passed her by so fast, it didn’t feel like it was really over. She was so nervous about it, but now, she felt nothing but relief. She landed every stunt and remembered every move. She had only hoped Angelo was there to see it all, but she was quickly discovering that might not be the case.
So many people were congratulating her and trying to get her to celebrate, but the only thing she wanted to do was to find Angelo. She pushed through crowds. Strangers were handing her roses, but she didn’t even care. When it became clear he wasn’t there, she was crushed. She went to the dressing room to take off all her makeup and strip out of her clothes. The room was an absolute disaster, cast members’ costumes strewn everywhere. Most people had left, going to the audience to interact as well. Charlotte didn’t want to do any celebrating.
A cast member had come back to ask her to go out, but she didn’t even feel like going to the wrap party. She knew it would be wrong to skip the ballet’s biggest celebration, so she decided to forget about Angelo and just go. When she went to get her outfit to wear to the party from her bag, she realized she left it at home. She rushed out of the theater and hailed a cab to take her home. She felt bad taking cabs short distances, but she didn’t want to miss the party. She didn’t want Angelo’s absence to ruin her night, although it was extremely hard to forget about.
When she finally made it home, she went straight upstairs. Her grandmother wasn’t even home yet. She looked out her bedroom window to see if there was any sign of why Angelo hadn’t made it to the dance. She looked out the window, not seeing any activity at Angelo’s house. She changed as quick as she could and headed out the front door. As soon as she stepped onto the porch, she came face to face with Angelo’s brothers.
“Angelo’s been hurt, bad,” Sebastian said very convincingly.
“You need to see him right away,” Francesco said. It all made sense. There must have been an accident that caused Angelo to miss the ballet! Charlotte felt relieved, so relieved, in fact, that she didn’t see the cloth Sebastian was holding. As she stepped down the porch to head to the car, he reached around and covered her mouth, causing her to pass out.
****
Angelo had sped all the way to the ballet but didn’t make it in time. He arrived just as people started to flee the theater. His stomach was wrecked with guilt, feeling awful he had missed the ballet Charlotte was working hard towards all summer. He pushed through swarms of people to find Charlotte. Eventually, he spotted April. She was talking to Mr. Lisa.
“Have you seen Charlotte?” Angelo asked.
“Angelo, my boy! How are you? You seemed sick the other day!” Mr. Lisa stated.
“Yeah, I’m fine, where’s Charlotte?” he asked again, urgently wanting to know where to find her. Mr. Lisa was a bit startled that Angelo was being so pushy with his questions.
“I haven’t seen her, Angelo, I’m sorry,” April told him.
Angelo knew he had to get to her quick but didn’t know where she could be. He was angry and frazzled. He decided to drive their normal walk back to her place, going as fast as he could but stopping to inspect every pedestrian with bouncy, curly hair on the way home to make sure it wasn’t Charlotte. He didn’t know how his brothers might react and started to get worried what they might do to her. Angelo’s mind raced thinking about what he would do if he lost her. He didn’t think he would survive.
He pulled up to her house and ran out of the car, double parking and leaving the keys in the ignition. “Charlotte!” he started to shout right away. He was getting incredibly nervous. He pounded on the front door but there wasn’t an answer. All the lights were off, but he still needed to make sure she wasn’t home. He kicked in the front door and ran upstairs. He looked around and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He ran back downstairs, not knowing where to go next. He stood on the front porch and looked around.
He tried to rack his brain and think of all the places she might be. He looked down and saw her house keys on the floor of her porch. He knew that Charlotte would have never been careless enough to just leave her keys on the porch for anyone to see. His brothers had gotten to her first, and Angelo had an idea of where they might have taken her.
Angelo remembered going to the spot in the woods one time as a child. When he first learned his father was in the mob, he took his young son to this spot in the woods. It was a spot right on the border of the city and there were plenty of trees. It was a nice spot to sit by the river an enjoy the sights of nature right within the city. It was an even better spot to pick up the current of the Hudson river, making it the perfect place to dump a body. If it didn’t sink, it would usually wash up on the shores of N.Y.P.D. territory, leaving Jersey City suspects off the radar.
Angelo’s father had shown him many things that fathers shouldn’t show their young sons, this spot being one of them. His father had wanted to remind his young son that if he wanted to get rid of a person, he could do it fairly easily. He also wanted to let his kid know that if he ever found himself wanting to get rid of a person, this was the place to do it.
Angelo would never forget this spot, though he never found himself having to use it. His brothers had killed before, but they weren’t very skilled, so they would likely head to this place. If they weren’t there, Angelo didn’t know where else to go. He couldn’t think of other options at the moment. He had to find Charlotte before it was too late.
****
When Charlotte finally woke up, she realized she was in the trunk of a car. She hadn’t been in the trunk of a car before, but the pitch blackness and bumpy movement made her assume that was the case. She could hear the sound of air passing by a moving vehicle. Her head was pounding, and her eyes were sore. She couldn’t see anything but a small crack of light above her.
It was a strange sensation to wake up somewhere completely foreign. She had experienced disorientation when waking up before, but nothing that even remotely compared to this. The car was moving fast, and Charlotte didn’t see anything that would help her open up the trunk. Even if she did, she was sure the men would be armed. Where were they taking her and what did they want?
She tried to move her arms and legs but realized too quickly that her mouth was covered, and her limbs were tied up. Her hands were tied behind her back, but with her flexible body, that wasn’t going to be a problem for long. She managed to squeeze her body through her arms while lying flat in the trunk of a car, giving her use of her hands again, though they were still tied up.
Her body was still sore from the ballet, but no amount of pain was going to stop her from getting loose. She figured that whatever compelled them to rid Jersey City of Charlotte was the same thing that caused Angelo to miss her ballet. She would cut her own hands off if it meant getting back to Angelo. She pulled her knees to her chest, putting her hands around them. She could now feel the ropes tied around her feet. They weren’t tied very tight, and Charlotte found a loose part. She managed to loop it around her foot, squeezing them through a small hole in the rope. The rope loosened even more, allowing her to unravel it and free her legs. She was shocked at how easy that would be. Her arms were likely going to be much more difficult.
Charlotte could tell that the car had stopped and prepared her legs to kick. Her hands were still tied together but at least they were in front of her body. She reached up and pulled odd the cloth around her mouth. She stayed as still as possible, knowing that she wasn’t going to wait for Angelo to save her like she had the first night they met. She couldn’t depend on that. She had to take care of herself.
The trunk popped up and she saw the two brothers standing there looking shocked. Sebastian reached down to grab her, giving her a great chance to kick his head, causing him to fall back. Francesco lunged towards her arms next, trying to avoid her feet, but she was able to grab his ear. She pulled it as hard as she could, getting him closer to her legs and allowing her to kick him as hard as possible.
He went flying back and landed right next to Sebastian. Neither of them was holding guns, but Charlotte could see once they had fallen that they started to reach for them. She needed to get out of there quick but didn’t know what to do. It was clear they were on a path, though it was small and not meant for cars. Still, she figured wherever this path led from is probably where she needed to go.
She pushed herself out of the car and started running straight. She ran in a zig zag pattern, so they couldn’t see her if they did try to shoot. She was running fast and hard and not looking back even once. Her feet were pounding on the dirt road and she was scared she would fall. She just kept pounding forward, unable to hear the brothers anymore.
When she was in high school, running was her least favorite activity. She had a dancer’s body and there was no doubt she had amazing athletic ability. Still, she loathed running and wasn’t very good at even jogging on a treadmill. If only her gym teacher could see her now. She certainly beat some sort of record, especially having her hands tied together.
Just when she thought the coast was clear, she saw headlights approaching. At first, she was relieved, but then she remembered how powerful these brothers were. They could have had anyone come down that road in a flash. Even if she had seen police lights, she wouldn’t be so sure that she could trust them. The car stopped as soon as it saw Charlotte, but she kept running. She wasn’t going to risk talking to anyone until she was out of the wooded area. She decided to look back just once and saw him standing there.
It was him. Angelo got out of the car and ran towards Charlotte.
“They’re coming! They’re coming! We have to get out of here!” Charlotte cried to Angelo. She didn’t realize she was crying until she started to talk. She didn’t have time to think about much.
“No one’s going to touch you, I promise you that,” Angelo told her, pulling out a pocket knife. He cut the ropes off Charlotte’s wrists, revealing bloody blisters already forming where they had been tied. Charlotte ran towards the passenger car door but heard a gunshot.
“Where do you think you’re going!” Sebastian yelled, firing several shots towards the two. None of them hit and Angelo was able to just as quickly fire a few back.
“Don’t make me do this!” he shouted towards his brothers. Francesco ran towards them, gun pointed as well. Angelo fired a shot right at his leg and it hit, causing Francesco to fall to the floor and drop his gun.
Sebastian fired a few times at them again, Charlotte ducking behind the car. He wasn’t even hitting the vehicle but kept unloading his gun. Eventually, the bullets ran out. He darted towards Francesco’s fallen gun, but Angelo made it there first, kicking it into the trees. Sebastian dropped his gun and held his hands up, laughing.
“So, you’re going to shoot me, little brother?” Sebastian asked.
“If I have to,” Angelo told him.
“I don’t believe you,” Sebastian said, teeth bloody from where Charlotte had kicked him.
“He shot me!” Francesco said.
“You’ll be fine. You’ll both be fine. I don’t want to have to hurt either of you!” Angelo shouted.
“Too late!” Francesco yelled.
“Now listen, just listen to me! There’s nothing you can ever do that will make me be one of you. You both can have everything. My house, my boat, my sales, everything. Just let me leave. That’s all I’m asking of you,” Angelo begged. “Is that really worse than killing me? Than killing your own brother?”
Sebastian looked down at his other brother, bleeding on the ground.
“You asked me what dad might think if he saw me now. Well what do you think he would say of you? Of the both of you? Is this what he would have wanted?” Angelo asked.
Sebastian knelt down, grabbing the hand of his bleeding brother. “Take me to the hospital, please,” Francesco said.
“I need your word. Both of your words, that you won’t ever hurt us. We just want to be together. I just want to go,” Angelo begged.
“Then, go. Leave. But don’t ever come back. If I see your face in this city again, it will certainly be the last time, and I promise you that,” Sebastian said.
“Wait, you’re just going to let him go that easy?” Francesco asked.
“He’s not one of us,” Sebastian explained.
“He shot me!” Francesco cried.
“You deserved it!” Sebastian said. He grabbed Francesco’s arm, pulling him to his feet. He looked at Charlotte and then at Angelo. Neither him nor Francesco said another word before they walked back to their car.
Angelo looked at Charlotte and they both quietly slid into the car. Angelo was devastated that it took shooting one of his brothers for them to realize that it was best if they just let each other go. He loved New Jersey and this life was all he knew. He didn’t need the mansion or the yacht, however. He could get all of that new in the city with his girl. That’s all he needed. He reached over and grabbed her thigh, feeling her warm skin again, reminding him what he had to fight for.
Charlotte ran her hand across his, sore from being tied up but relieved that she had managed to get out. Were they really going to kill her, or was it just a manipulation tactic to lure Angelo to that spot? Charlotte didn’t know and realized she probably never would. Angelo had saved her once again, and that’s all that mattered to her at that point. She felt scared thinking that Sebastian and Francesco still weren’t to be trusted. She knew he wouldn’t be able to ever really cut ties, but now she knew she didn’t have to worry about her life being threatened. Angelo had saved her twice before and she knew he could do it again.
“I’m so incredibly sorry I missed it,” Angelo said, defeated. After everything they went through that night, it was for missing her ballet that he was the sorry about.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you your own private performance later,” she told him. It was hard that he hadn’t made it to the ballet, but Charlotte didn’t need him there. He had been at most of her practices and proved time and time again he was hers and she was his.
“You better. Every single part though!” he teased. They laughed and looked at each other, Angelo almost forgetting to look at the road. She leaned across the middle and planted a kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment before sitting back down. He kept his hand on her leg the entire ride home, her arm wrapped around his.
Summer was officially over. That statement burned itself right into Charlotte’s heart. She wasn’t sure what to expect when she moved to Jersey City. She hadn’t thought she would almost be murdered twice, but in a weird way, she was glad that happened. If not the first time, she might not have ever met Angelo. Instead of going on fancy dinner dates and relaxing in his Jersey City mansion, she might have had to work for Pablo for three months!
She was excited to start her future with Angelo. He had made it very clear that he wasn’t going anywhere. Any doubt she had about their relationship or his dedication had been washed away after seeing him pull a gun on his own brothers for her protection.
Everything had seemed to fall together so effortlessly. Charlotte was confident leaving her grandmother with a new companion and knew that her mother and father would be proud of her back home. She had so many exciting new opportunities waiting for her in New York City and couldn’t wait to start making memories with Angelo. They had their entire lives together and Charlotte got lost in a moment of bliss every time she remembered that.
It wasn’t easy, but everything worked out exactly perfect. That was the hardest summer of Charlotte’s life, but it also ended up being the most amazing one. She wouldn’t change anything, even the bad stuff. Even getting her hands tied and having multiple guns pointing in her face. If even one second of her summer changed, she might not have ended up where she was, right next to Angelo.
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