Hunter's POV
"I had planned on calling them after we met with your parents, but then with everything with the police and Paulo…" I shrugged.
I hit call, putting the phone on speaker so Grace could hear. It rang twice before my mother's voice filled the air, warm and concerned.
"Hunter, darling, how are you?"
"I'm good, Mom." I reached for Grace's hand. "Grace is here with me. We wanted to talk to you and Dad about something."
A pause. Then, "Let me get your father. Hold on."
I heard shuffling, muted voices. Grace's fingers tightened around mine, her free hand pressing against her stomach in that protective gesture I'd started to recognize.
"Hunter?" My father's voice now, steady and calm. "What's this about?"
I looked at Grace. She nodded, giving me permission to continue.
"Grace
