"Charles!"

"Enough, Mom. I don't have time for this. It's getting late, and I need to grab dinner." Charles ended the call and noticed Noelle gripping his hand tightly. He quirked an eyebrow and asked in a gentle voice, "What's up?"

Noelle shook her head. "Are you and your mother not getting along?" With the way Charles had just spoken to his mother, it was obvious things were strained. Noelle felt a twinge of sadness. "Is there some kind of misunderstanding between you two?"

"No, not at all!" Charles patted Noelle's head with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it. Didn't they say dinner's ready? Come on, let's eat!"

Charles clearly wanted to avoid the subject, and Noelle, sensing this, could only agree. "Alright, I'll get your plate ready!"

There was a shadow

did not know the specifics of

Charles, she could not help but feel they had a kind of

the crossfire. It was then she realized

bed with the sun barely up, every muscle in her back screaming and her waist stiff as a board. It felt like her body had gone through a blender. And there he was, Charles, the reason

going to be late

anger and morning grogginess. "Tonight, you're exiled to the guest room. I'm dead

at 'em. Breakfast is waiting." Noelle shoved him back, her hands up like a fierce little kitten. "Did you not hear me? Guest room. Tonight. I'm not messing around,

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