Grace's POV
That Saturday morning found me in Hunter and Helena's bedroom, surrounded by cardboard boxes I'd dragged up from the garage and the local hardware store. Hunter couldn't face touching Helena's things, so I'd volunteered to pack them up. I understood his reluctance, this had been their space, filled with her presence. Now her ghost. But mostly he liked the person she let the world see.
The room felt empty with Hunter's things already moved into my room — well, our room for now until the movers take everything to the new house. The one thing this room no longer held was Hunter’s scent. It only smelled like Helena now.
It was strange how quickly things had changed between us. One minute he was my brother-in-law, forbidden and married to my sister. Now he was my husband, sharing
