Grace's POV
The moment the car doors shut, sealing us inside Hunter's sedan, I exhaled. The tension I'd been holding since we'd arrived at my parents' house released in one long, shaky breath.
Hunter's hand found mine in the darkness, his fingers threading through mine without a word. The simple contact grounded me, reminded me I wasn't alone in this anymore.
"Tell me," Hunter said as he put the car in gear and backed out of the driveway.
I knew what he wanted. He wanted to know what had happened between my mother and me. I didn't sugarcoat it, I told him every ugly detail, including her trying to slap me, and his fingers tightened on mine for a moment. I was pregnant with his baby, and the thought of anyone slapping a pregnant woman angered me. So, I could guess how he was feeling.
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