Standing in the kitchen, I hold the blue ceramic mug in my hands. Running my finger across the raised snowflake, I continue to stare at it. My heart beats out of my chest. I inhale a huge breath, my lungs burning from holding it.
“Mia? Mia?” The voice snaps me out of my memory.
I look up to find Grayson in his suit, his dark hair still damp from his shower.
“Did you hear me?” he asks gently. “I said, I am heading out, so call me if you need anything. Are you going to be okay, alone? Do you want me to call Grace?”
I ignore his questions. “Where did we get this?”
He looks confused.
“The mug, Gray. Where did we get it?” I ask urgently.
Grayson looks to the cup I’m holding in my hands. He shrugs. “I have no idea. I think you brought it with your stuff when you moved in, but I’m not sure
