Grace

Ken opened the door s soon as I’d knocked on it, her hands filled with greasy junk food and chilled bottles of beer.

She sighed in relief as soon as she saw me and handed me one of the two trays she was holding, as soon as I’d shut and locked the door behind me. “Thank God you’re here! I’d ordered too much food and I was worried me and Ty would be bouncing around the house tomorrow if we were to eat this by ourselves.”

“How is she?” I asked her as I placed my purse and the tray on the coffee table and took off the jacket...