“Charlie looked; a yellow Freddy costume was propped against the wall, the costume all fitted together, as if he were about to walk onstage for a show. “That’s the one. That’s the bear I remember from the other restaurant.” Charlie clasped her hand over her mouth. “Other restaurant?” Carlton looked puzzled. “I don’t understand.” Charlie’s gaze was still fixed on the yellow costume. “Carlton, I don’t understand.” Her tone was urgent. “Michael.”
