Grace
I stared at my phone, tilting my head like the glass screen could give me the answers I wanted. It didn’t. No matter how much I thought about it, I still couldn’t understand that call from last night.
I didn’t even need to ask who it was, Charles’s drunken slur was hard to mistake. But why would he call me out of nowhere, say he loved me, then hang up?
It didn’t make sense.
Not that anything about Charles or his family ever made sense. For the sake of my mental health, I’d sworn I wouldn’t think about them anymore. But, the call lingered in the back of my mind.
What was even stranger was the silence that followed. None of them had tried to bother me. Mr. Grayson had given me a day to think about his offer. I never got back to him, and yet my phone didn’t light up with his calls,
