Charles spent a good deal of time staring at that text message before he responded to her. He didn't know which emotion to feel. He was confused, he was angry, he was hurt. He didn't understand how she could have kept this from him. How she could think he didn't have a right to know. She controlled the situation and denied him the right to mourn his lost child. And for them to help each other.
He didn't want to talk to her at his place. He didn't want to hear anything from his siblings right now. There was no way he could deal with what they had to say with so many different emotions bubbling up inside him. Instead he asked her to meet him at the beach. It was easy to find a secluded spot. Not many people braved the ocean or the beach as it wasn't quite summer yet.
He arrived nearly half an hour earlier than he told Ingrid to meet him. Charles had tried to wait but he just couldn't sit around the house. The ocean waves rolled and crashed against the shoreline. He sat there with his arms resting on his knees as the same question and thoughts repeated through his mind.
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