With Betsey asleep in her room and Mason passed out on the living room couch, Charlotte heads into the kitchen. She just needs a minute to herself. She leans against the counter and closes her eyes.

Cooper walks in and looks at her. "Char?" He steps closer to her and squeezes her shoulder. "Sweetie?"

She blinks her eyes open and looks at her husband.

"What's wrong?"

"Aside from Betsey being scared that Mason's gonna hurt her?"

"We'll get back to that later, but yeah. You left, and when you came back, you were all jumpy and not present."

She sighs. "It's Amelia. She set off the alarm at the practice, so I had to go and tell the police that she wasn't breakin' in to the place. I didn't think it was this bad."

"What was this bad?"

"Um—."

"You can tell me. I'm your husband, so people can't expect you to keep their secrets from me."

She sighs. "She's doin' drugs, takin' pills again. She was at the practice gettin' her prescription pad to, uh, write her own prescriptions."

"So what are you gonna do? Are you gonna tell Addison?"

"I should. I think I need to tell everyone now that I know how bad it is. I can't help her by myself, maybe Addison or Sheldon or somebody can get through to her, maybe together we can."

He nods. "I'm sure it'll be ok. I'm sure she'll be ok. She got clean once, she can get clean again."

"It's not that simple, Coop."

"You would know."

"What's that s'posed to mean?"

He sighs. "Char."

"Sorry. I'm just a little on edge."

"A little?"

She glares at him.

He presses a kiss to her cheek. "Ok, so tell me about the Betsey-Mason thing?"

"Didn't you notice that she was avoiding him all night? They barely spoke to each other. She was practically glued to me or the arm of the couch the whole time."

"I didn't really notice. I mean, I noticed that they weren't really talking, but I just figured it was because this is the first time they're meeting. It's awkward and weird."

"Betsey asked me if he was gonna hurt her 'cause the last brother she had did really bad things to her. I told her he wouldn't do that, and I thought she believed me, but I guess she's still afraid. I don't blame the kid and I don't know Mason well enough to say for sure that he's not gonna—."

"You're not suggesting that my kid would hurt someone, are you? 'Cause I really hope you're not."

"I'm not sayin' that, Coop. I'm just sayin' that I can't say for sure that he's not gonna hurt her. I doubt he will. He doesn't seem like he would." She pauses. "But Betsey's still afraid and I don't know what to do to make sure she's comfortable, to make sure she believes me when I tell her Mason's not gonna hurt her. I assume Mason's gonna be spendin' a lot of time here and I just want them to get along, to be comfortable around each other."

He nods. "I'll have a talk with Mason and see if I can't get him to talk to Betsey more and play with her a little. It'll be fine. They'll be best friends soon enough."

She nods. "I hope you're right."

He hooks his arm around her and kisses the side of her head. "Let's go to bed. It's been a long day." He pauses. "By the way, you were really great with Mason. I knew you would be, but I'm just saying you were."

"He's a good kid. His mother on the other hand—."

"Charlotte."

She bites her tongue and leans against him. "Never mind." She lets out a breath and then they walk out of the kitchen and disappear into their bedroom.