Grace's POV
The door clicked shut behind Hunter and my father, leaving me alone with my mother. I was surprised and pleased he’d read me so well, knowing I needed to do this alone.
The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I could feel her working herself up getting ready to attack. This time I was ready.
I watched her pace to the window, her back rigid, every line of her body screaming disapproval and bitterness.
I was sure my mother wished I was the one that had dead and not Helena. She would never come out and say it… At least I don't think she would.
"Grace Anne Wilson," she began, and I braced myself. Middle name usage was never good. "What have you done?"
I laughed; I just couldn't help it. "What have I done? Are you kidding right now? Because from where I'm stan
