GRACE

Monday morning came too slowly, giving me enough time to rest, but somehow I was running late in getting Laurel ready for school.

I dressed her up as quickly as possible, made her breakfast and packaged her lunch. I took the keys of the new car Connor got me after countless minutes of back and forth deliberations.

Should I? Should I not?

But I took it at the end of the day, convincing myself that it was the right thing to do and somehow, I was deserving of whatever he gives to me.

As soon as I came out of the house, my phone started vibrating like crazy but...