CHAPTER 61: AT THE EDGE OF GUILT
MARIE
The streets were crowded as I pushed through the throng of people, my heart pounding in my chest as I hurried toward the small alley where Charles had been reported. Every step felt like an eternity, my mind racing with fear and guilt.
When I finally reached him, I was met with a sight that made my breath hitch. Charles lay slumped against a grimy wall, his face a mess of bruises and cuts, his clothes torn and dirty. Blood stained the collar of his shirt.
"Charles!" I dropped to my knees beside him, my voice trembling. I reached out to touch his face but hesitated, afraid that even the gentlest touch might cause him more pain. His usually bright brown eyes were half-shut, dull with pain. The sight of his swollen lip, caked with dried blood, "What happened to you?"
He tried to smile, but it came out as a wince. "I'm fine, Marie. Just... a misunderstanding."His voice was rough, each word strained.
A wave of nausea hit me as I realized just how bad things had gotten. This was m
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