Her text had been upset and frantic to the point of incoherence and Charlie had dropped what he was doing and borrowed the keys to Newt's truck. It was a pattern that he hated every time it repeated - not because he'd begrudge Sabrina any comfort that she needed, but because he hated that shit happened to make her keep needing it.

He kills the engine and jumps straight out of the truck, heading for the front door and ringing the bell, pulling out his phone at the same time to send a quick text.

It's only me.