Chapter 32

Charles didn't have Carl's heart in his body anymore, so why should I stay with him? "Shay, what's wrong? Shay…" I had no idea why Charles appeared in front of me. He cupped my cheeks and called my name over and over. Under his urgent voice, I barely came to my senses. I kept mumbling, "Where is it? Where's Carl's heart? Did he lie to me? He must have lied!" "Who's Carl? What heart? Shay, don't scare me…" Charles looked anxious, but I suddenly pulled up his shirt. He froze at my action, and a flush spread over his cold features. "Shay, we're outside. Let's go back first…" "Charles, tell me. You had a heart transplant, didn't you?" I cut him off and kept tugging at his shirt, forcing it open until I saw the scar from his surgery. "That heart inside you belongs to Carl, right? Carl's heart was transplanted into you, wasn't it?" I touched the scar and looked up at him, desperately wanting an answer. "Is Carl's heart inside you? Tell me! Is it?" "Shay, what's gotten into you? How