I could hear something—a sound that didn’t belong. I tossed the covers off and slid out of bed, my bare feet sinking into the carpet. I reached the door, hand hovering over the handle, but stilled when I heard it again. A sound so quiet I almost thought I’d imagined it.
Crying… low and muffled, coming from down the hall. Grace’s room.
My hand pushed open my door, stepping into the dark hallway. As I got closer, it grew clearer. It wasn’t the loud angry cry Helena would use on him, full of bitter anger. It was hollow. Wrecked. A woman breaking alone.
I didn’t think. I opened her door, needing to be there for her.
Grace sat at the end of the bed, the sheets tangled around her, head in her hands. Her slim shoulders hunched like they carried more weight than one woman could bear. A lock of
