Leaning On Charlie
Amid the chaos, I reached out to Charlie, hoping he’d grasp the turmoil his parents had unleashed. “Charlie, I need your support. This is getting out of control,” I said, my voice layered with urgency and a plea for understanding. The tension between us was palpable, but after a moment, he nodded—slowly, yet knowingly—comprehending the weight of the situation. His help came cautiously, like someone easing into cold water, but it was there. I clung to that glimmer of hope as I pressed forward.
Leaning On Charlie
Calling The Pros
With Charlie by my side, uncertainty lingered, but I pushed forward. “We need to check for damage,” I said, dialing a number with resolve. Before long, I had repair professionals scheduled to inspect every corner of the house. Charlie stood by, his face a mask of quiet skepticism, yet he didn’t object. As trucks began pulling up outside, a small wave of reassurance washed over me. Little by little, we were taking steps to restore a sense of normalcy.
Calling The Pros
