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11:24am - Charlotte

Stop, Charlotte. It’s not personal. Emmett's voice has been ringing in my head since our conversation earlier. Charlotte. I hate it when he calls me that. I hear it at least fifteen times a day, but never from him. Charlotte. I can’t remember the last time he said it. With everything going on right now, it feels stupid to be bothered by this.

Liam and I are supposed to leave soon, I’m not sure why he’s not downstairs yet. Out of all of my kids, he’s the one who is always on time. Maybe I should go check on him. Take a step back, Charlotte. There’s Emmett’s voice again. I’ll give him ten minutes.

My phone vibrates on the table and I see a text from Beth. Does Tuesday at 12 work for you? I immediately respond yes and apologize again for texting her on a weekend. There’s a sinking feeling in my chest. I’m anxious about starting therapy again. I saw Beth for two years after the twins were born, and again when I quit working to open the store. It’s been a few years since then. She’s good. She knows me. She’ll be able to help me through this. I sigh. That doesn’t make it any easier.

“Is that my old dress?” Georgia. She sounds like she’s in a better mood.

“Probably,” my younger daughter responds. I hear both of them start to make their way down the stairs. The girls are ready but Liam isn’t? That’s odd. They’re not leaving for at least another hour.

“How many of my old things do you have?”

“I don’t know. A lot.” True. I’d say more than half of her closet used to be Georgia’s. Whenever I offer to buy her new things, she usually turns me down. She prefers the hand-me-downs. It’s sweet. Lucy is her sister’s biggest fan, though I don’t think she’d ever say it out loud. She prefers to tease her instead.

They’re both at the bottom of the stairs now. Georgia pats her sister’s head. “How do the braids feel?” she asks. Neither one of them notice me sitting here.

“Good. Not as good as Mom, but good.” She grins. Lucy is always particular about her hair. A few months ago, all she wanted were pigtails. Now, she’s switched to braids. I wonder what her next thing will be.

Lucy turns and sees me right away. “Oh, hey Mom!” she greets, skipping towards me.

“Hi, love, I like your braids,” I say. I glance up at Georgia, she’s not looking at either one of us. I won’t comment on it.

“Georgia did them!” She sounds proud. I feel myself start to smile. I don’t think Georgia realizes how much Lucy adores her.

“Nice work.” I look over at Georgia again, she’s still looking away.

“Thanks,” she says flatly. Her gaze doesn’t change. At least she doesn’t seem to be upset with Lucy. Only me.

It’s not personal, Charlotte.

“Why are you guys being weird?” Lucy looks at me, and then at Georgia. I don’t have an answer to this question. Not a good one, at least.

“We’re not,” Georgia answers for me. Lucy looks unamused, clearly not satisfied by that answer.

“Yes you are, you guys are being so weird.” Lucy has never been good at backing down. I need to stop this before it turns into something bigger.

“Lucy, enough,” I say sharply.

“But—”

“Enough.” She doesn’t say anything after that. I’ll have to have some sort of talk with her later. I know she’ll ask again if I don’t.

I stand up, eye level with Georgia. She’s staring at me now. She looks distant. And sad. It breaks my heart. I’d give anything to take her in my arms, but I’m not sure it would solve anything at the moment.

She’s not you, Charlotte.

Right. She needs space. I have to let her figure it out, no matter how much it tears at me. I’m here. She knows it. Hopefully that’s enough for now.

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