Grace's POV
My legs gave out. I sank onto the edge of the bed, the phone pressed so hard against my ear it hurt.
"Max, that's impossible. Hunter didn't he was on a plane when—"
"I know." Max's voice gentled slightly. "I know he didn't do it. But they think they have something. They wouldn't say what."
Maya was beside me instantly, her hand on my shoulder. "Grace? What happened?"
I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.
"Where are you right now?" Max asked.
"At... at the house. Packing Helena's things." My voice sounded strange, distant. Like it belonged to someone else.
"Stay there," Max ordered. "I'm calling Quinn. She should have been my first call. I'll see you at the house soon I'm on my way."
The line went dead.
I stared at the phone in my hand, my mind unable to process what I'd
