Spying Charlotte

Charlotte sat in a corner of the restaurant, her gaze firmly fixed on her birth father, who had no idea of the fact that she was staring daggers at him or any idea of who she was for that matter. Just seeing his stupid face brought back all the hurt that she had harbored right from when she was young and brought up the pain that her mother must have felt over the years as acutely as though she was the one who had felt it. The traitorous bastard was there, right there across from her with his stupid wife and adopted son or nephew, anyhow you looked at it and the imbecile’s wife. This was the man who had taken her father away from her and her brother and it was all Charlotte could do not storm across the restaurant and beat his face to a pulp, all their faces in fact. Her so-called father was there with his bitch of a wife, smiling as though he did not have a care in the world and Sebastian and his wife laughed along as though they did not have any problems at all, which she guessed t