Cordelia’s words make her look down at the floor, her tank in front of her. She knew it. Cordelia thought she was crazy. And it’s taking everything she has not to start crying. She doesn’t have anyone left in the future, and now she might not even have anyone here. Her fingers fiddle with her cannula for a moment before returning to the handle of her oxygen tank cart.
She doesn’t want to be alone anymore.
The question causes her to look up again,
staring at Cordelia for a moment before answering.”Yes. He’s my dad. You
were my godmother.”
“Hey, it’s okay…”
There’s an odd tightness in her chest as she watches the girl in front of her blink back tears. She isn’t sure exactly what she did that made her so upset, but whatever it was, she hadn’t meant to do it. Reaching forward, she closes the gap between them as she places a hand on Charlie’s arm, rubbing it gently in what she hopes is a comforting gesture.
As soon as she hears Charlie’s
answer, the motion s t o p s .
"You’re… Wes has a kid?
And I’m your godmother?“
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