Ingrid didn't drink very often and right now she was vowing to never do it again. On top of a pretty massive hangover, she was dealing with the fallout of the text she'd sent last night. Why in the hell had that seemed like a good idea? She never meant to tell Charles about the baby. She'd never meant to tell anyone and somehow she had managed to announce it to everyone she knew.
It probably went without saying, but she was a little embarrassed and she really didn't know what she was going to say to Charles. If he didn't hate her before, she was sure he was going to hate her now.
After firing off a response to his text, Ing had taken a quick shower. The steam made her hangover a little better or maybe that was the Advil kicking in. She towel dried her hair, pulled it back and slipped into a pair of shorts and an LBU t-shirt before grabbing her purse and heading out.
It took her a moment to get out of her car once she was parked at the beach. This wasn't a conversation she ever wanted to have, but now she was about to have it and she had no idea what she was going to say to him. Finally, she got out and started to walk towards the spot he'd mentioned. She knew when shed found it, because his thoughts hit her so hard she nearly stumbled on the sand and she had to take a moment to pull herself together before she could speak.