Hunter's POV
I stood in the doorway of the Wilson home, feeling more like a man walking into a war zone than a man arriving for a family dinner. Grace stood beside me; the tension was radiating off her in waves despite the calm smile she wore. I rested my hand lightly on the small of her back, letting her know I was with her in this. She wasn't alone and never would be again.
"Ready?" I asked quietly.
She nodded, though she looked anything but. "As I'll ever be. I'm worried about how she is going to take it at first. Knowing I'm stepping into her beloved daughter's shoes, so to speak."
The door opened before she could ring the bell or I could say anything to her statement.
Because she wasn't filling Helena's shoes. She was her own person, and she was a better person than Helena, why c
