Under the bright moonlight, Wes could only see Charlie's silhouetted profile turn to look at him. Although it was dark out, he didn't need to see her face to know her expression was guarded and probably confused. When he stepped onto the deck and shut the door, she sat up straight, dropping her knees which had been pressed to her chest, ready to bolt, no doubt. Her tension and the awkward silence that ensued did not deter him. He sat at the chair opposite hers, angling it towards the yard so they both faced the rustling, moonlit trees.

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