Grace’s POV
Two days after the funeral, I found myself wandering through the now silent house. Everyone had finally gone home. The mourners offering sympathy, my mother with her brittle grief, Hunter’s parents with their genuine sorrow. The person they felt sorry for was Hunter. Because no one had known the real Helena… Not even me.
Maya had left reluctantly, only after I’d insisted I needed time alone.
Hunter had disappeared into his study hours ago. The door firmly closed. He hadn’t emerged since. I wonder if he was drinking again. They hadn’t worked since Helena’s death, but Hunter had meetings with his second in charge every day to keep up to date on events. They both just hadn’t gone into the office.
My feet carried me upstairs without really knowing why. I paused outside Hunter a
