“What the fuck are you doing here?” The venom in his voice cuts my breath off again. I take a second to look at him. Eight years changed us all, but Charlie looks almost the same, except for his haunted eyes. His frame is bigger, as if he’s been working out, and the scruff on his face makes him look more rugged. There is no mistake; Charlie Barnes holds me accountable for what happened that night. Little does he know, he’s not the only one. “Hello, Charlie.”
