But Charlotte sat frozen. Not angry. Just... untethered. She had planned every birthday party, every school application, every summer camp. She had not planned for a child who didn't fit in any of her folders.
Carrie leaned in. Not for a kiss. For something rarer. She rested her forehead against his chest. Just for a second. She felt his heartbeat. Steady. Alive. and just like that… s01e09 m4p
"Stalking you, apparently."
"My face says nothing. My face is in mourning." But Charlotte sat frozen
Charlotte was losing her mind. Not dramatically. Quietly. The way a very organized person loses their mind—by color-coding it. every school application