Grace

Thursday morning, I welcomed my parents at the airport, extremely glad that I didn’t see a third figure with them.

My mom had medium length blonde hair and eyes a darker shade of blue with a slender built. My father was the one with the brunette hair and green eyes that Tory and I had inherited. He stood over 6feet 4 and was almost as tall as Daniel.

I felt myself shiver as I thought about what I was about to do. For now, I had my left hand tucked away safely so that neither of my parents gets to see the huge diamond on my ring finger.

“Grace!”...