Because, when it comes to Charlie, I fucking deserve to know why. I shouldn’t have to move forward until I get some goddamn answers to things, shouldn’t just be expected to be happy because of some obscure scale of blessings and hardships I’ve built for myself in my head. Because I haven’t let it go. And if I did, then I want it back. I want to know why he didn’t try to stay in our lives, and I want to figure out if I want the Logans in it going forward.
