“Hey, Xander.” She leans in and hugs me.
I smile at her. “How’s your day going?”
“Great. Yours?”
I’m about to lie but mutter, “I’ve had better.”
“Everything okay?”
“I messed up with Charlotte, and I don’t know how to fix it,” I blurt out.
Shit. Xander, shut your mouth.
Vivan gapes at me a moment.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything to you.”
Vivian grabs my arm and pulls me over to a grouping of chairs. “Sit.”
I sigh but obey.
“Tell me what happened, Xander.”
She’d never understand. “I can’t. It’s too bad.”
She puts her hand on mine. “I’ve known Charlotte forever. Better than Piper or Quinn. I’ve been her only consistent person in life. Tell me.”
Nervously, I mutter, “I hurt her.”
“How?”
“We’ve been in the same surgeries.”
“I heard.” Vivian pauses for a moment. “Xander, do you rememberCharlotte?”
“I dreamedof her every night since the accident, but she was faceless. Then, last night, when I got to her apartment, I remembered making her pancakes in her kitchen.”
“You went to her apartment last night?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve made her pancakes?” Vivian asks like she doesn’t believe me.
“Yes.”
“So you remembered? That’s good, isn’t it?”
“I don’t remember everything else. But we got past that and then...”
“Then what?” Vivian asks me quietly.
Blowing out a big breath of air, I admit, “I had a dream about when Billie and I broke up, and I talked out loud in my sleep. Charlotte was sitting in the chair, crying, when I woke up, and she told me to leave.”
“What exactly did you say in your sleep?”
“God, this is embarrassing.”
Vivian squeezes my hand. “Xander, tell me.”
