Her worries? She didn't have worries, just troubles.
"Not exactly worries." Charlotte Miller could feel the sofa dip slightly as she sat down, and his presence swiftly enveloped her. His aura, unmistakably there yet invisible, spread from his breath, seeping into her clothing fibers, her pores, her hair, and finally, with her own breath, into her very core.
Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte Miller's small face; even her normally warm and bright eyes seemed a bit dimmed.
There must be something on her mind, but she just didn't want to tell him.
Why did the Miller Family need to leave so abruptly? Was it because of Luna Miller, or something else?
Before she came in, Atlas Hallow was full of anger, wanting to pry open her lips to get the truth out of her, but upon seeing her almost translucent, pale face, he was suddenly filled with reluctance.
He had a hundred ways to make Charlotte herself confess, yet with her sitting beside him, he simply didn't want to coerce her anymore.
