Arran / Lottie
Charlotte went hot then cold as her anger flared then settled in her stomach. She wouldn't make a scene. Yelling and swearing would do nothing to make this better or easier for Arran, and it wasn't like she had anyone handy to hit. Not that she would actually hit anyone. She wasn't prone to violence, though she would seriously consider giving Roger warts or boils or a pig snout the next time she saw him.
Her heart hurt for her brother, and she couldn't believe that two people who had professed to love him could betray him like that. Gently, she took Arran's hand between hers and leaned closer to him. "Why didn't you tell me?" She could do the maths. He and Cariad had been broken up for some time, and Roger was no longer a constant in her brother's life. She should have questioned it sooner.