Grace’s POV
Three days. Helena had been dead for three days, and I still hadn't been able to cry properly. Just pathetic little hiccups that got lodged in my throat, making me sound like I was choking rather than grieving.
Maybe I was choking. On guilt. On shame. Because of the memory of Hunter’s hands on me just hours before my sister died.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on my face for the third time that morning. I looked like s**t. Pale. Hollow-eyed.
I was two days late. My period was always right on time. I was scared to take a test and find out… if.
“Grace?” Maya’s voice through the door. Hunter’s sister had barely left my side since the hospital. Hovering. Watching. Like she thought I might break. “You okay in there?”
“Fine.” The word scraped my t
