Grace
I came down, humming a little song. It had been great hanging out with Jackson these past few days, but the gnawing sense that something was wrong was still growing. Charles was avoiding me. Sure, he spent a lot of time at the house with Cecil and Richard, but I never ran into him in the living room at night anymore. I didn’t catch him in the breakfast nook with Cecil anymore. It was like he would cook and then vanish out of the house or into his office for hours at a time. Even being at Wolfe Medical together, it felt like we were just friendly, lingering looks aside. We weren’t talking like we used to.
I worried my lip as I heard Jackson coming up behind me.
“I’m starving,” Jackson said. “And you can’t tell me Cecil hates The Den.”
I laughed. “I haven’t taken her there yet
