Fleur shook her head, looking downright beaten. How she longed to tell someone. Talking was supposed to help one to ease one’s mind? It certainly had helped her in the past, but this time… This was something different. She couldn’t tell Bill and when she couldn’t tell Bill, she couldn’t tell Charlie.
“Charlie, I really wish I could tell you but…” Her voice broke and she had to hold on tightly to Charlie in order not to slide down to the floor. It was difficult to push it back, forget about it, once it had surfaced. And she’d been trying so hard.