Chapter Sixteen
Annie's POV
The taxi pulled up to Grey's house, and I sat there for a moment, staring at the front door. My heart was pounding. I didn't know what to expect. Yelling? Accusations? Silence?
I paid the driver and stepped out, my legs feeling heavier with each step toward the door. When I walked inside, the house was quiet.
"Grey?" I called softly.
No answer.
I walked further in, my bag still hanging from my shoulder, and noticed a light coming from his office down the hall.
I took a deep breath and walked toward it. The door was slightly open.
Grey was sitting at his desk, laptop open in front of him, his face illuminated by the screen. He was still wearing his work clothes, shirt sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. He didn't look up when I entered.
"G–Grey," I said qu
