Right there, on Jona's computer screen, we watched a younger version of Charlotte take uncertain shaky steps inside what was clearly a college dorm room.
She looked so shy, so fearful and so unsure of herself that I had to blink several times to believe that this was actually Charlotte Ericsson.
"So this is my room." She gestured awkwardly. "It's a bit of a mess right now because I'm still finalising my dissertation."
She started to frantically pick up books and papers that were minding their business on a desk. Her hands were so shaky from her nerves that it took her a few attempts to pick up some of the loose papers on the desk.
Absolutely nothing about this girl - not her movements or her voice or her presence belonged to Char. This wasn't the woman who earned the name the Black
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