y hadn&#8217;t thought she would ever come out of it. In a way, she&#8217;d lost both parents that day, because even when her mother did snap out of it, she&#8217;d never come back to being herself. She&#8217;d always been a little flaky, but never the woman she was now-spoiled, demanding, vain. At eight years old, Carly had morphed into the adult in the family and Charlotte had regressed to be the child. Even this company had been Carly&#8217;s idea, a means of supporting themselves while capitalizing on h