Charlotte stood up with a chill in her eyes, giving a polite nod to the elders. Her voice was all icicles and frost.
“All right, go quickly.”
No one tried to stop her. They all knew she was headed out to find someone.
“Your coat.”
Anthony took the coat from the maid, draped it over Charlotte’s shoulders, and pulled her into a gentle hug. His whisper was low and gentle. “Don’t worry.”
She met Anthony’s gaze for a moment and then turned her focus to Andrew. After a brief pause, her voice was steady, almost commanding. “Andrew, come with us.”
“Yeah,” Andrew answered, clearly rattled. He jumped to his feet, but just as he started to move, his mother’s hand closed around his wrist.
“It’s late and it’s pouring outside. Where are you even going?” Dorothy’s brow was tight and her face was tense.
“I’m worried about Shirley.” Andrew pulled his hand free, his voice quiet and tense. “I was supposed to take her home tonight. If anything’s happened to her, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“What can even happen?” Dorothy’s fingers dug into her palm as she tried to keep it together. “Maybe she’s just making this up for attention. It’s not the first time she’s tried these tricks. Besides…”
Dorothy’s lips pressed into a thin line, her voice turning sharp. “Staying out so late… who knows what else she’s doing?”
The way she said those words made everyone at the table turn to stare.
Patricia’s face went stormy in an instant. She slammed her cutlery down so loud it echoed, her tone full of authority. “What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”
“I—”
Patricia cut her off, already turning to Andrew. “Andrew, go find out what’s going on.”

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