And she’s not alone anyway. That’s the irony. She has people who love her. Maybe not her mother, but her father sure as hell does. She knows it now more than ever. Viv does. Aunt Kay. And Noah. Noah. It might be young love, but love it is, for sure. And she loves him back. She’s been afraid to let herself love him because that little girl inside her keeps getting in the way. But no more. Charli’s going to love with all of her, even if that means opening herself up to be vulnerable.
