Before going to sleep that night, Charlotte Allison and Lucas Quinn chatted.
They talked about what he and Noah Quinn had said on the rooftop.
Charlotte knew that Lucas wasn't handing the Quinn Family over to Noah at this time, first because he was still young, second because the Quinn Family had a pile of messy accounts that needed to be dealt with, and third because those uncles, brothers, and sisters all still needed to be sorted out.
He had never shown it on the surface, but in reality he cherished Noah, this younger brother, very much.
"Tell me what you felt the first time you saw Noah," Charlotte lay on her side, resting her head on Lucas's arm, looking at him.
"Short and skinny, like a little monkey, cried all the time, ugly as hell." Lucas said, his mouth denying what his heart felt.
Charlotte smiled and didn't expose him,
Back on the island, she had once found a photo in the drawer of the desk in his room.
