Chapter 38 Don’t Crush Her

• Charlotte’s buried face burned like a big tomato—so red it looked like it might drip. Her lashes trembled, her whole body shook, and she wished she could vanish from the room this second.
• What now? If the kids saw this, would they get the wrong idea and think she was some kind of bad woman?
• The more Charlotte thought, the more hopeless she felt. She hurriedly lifted her face, pushed herself upright, and, pretending to be calm, shuffled a few yards away from the bed. “We’re doing full-body acupuncture today. Your daddy’s heavy. I lost my footing for a second...”