“We don’t need to talk about that today,” I say. “But you can’t stop me from worrying or wanting to help. You need support, Charlie. You need your people, and like it or not, I’m one of them.” Charlie stares at me. He doesn’t argue. “All that matters right now is that you get better. And then I’ll yell at you.” His lips curve. “Fair enough.” I hand him the envelope. “These are for you. So you don’t forget.” His eyes move between mine. “Forget what?” “Us.”
