SYDNEY'S POV
I helped Grace to her car. I went back inside and snatched her phone from amongst the spilled content of her bag. I didn't even need to search far, right on her lock screen was a picture of her and a man that looked familiar.
I tucked her phone in my back pocket, I found a pair of flip-flops and went back to meet her in the car. As I drove to the hospital, she didn't say anything, her head was lopsided on her neck as she looked out the windows, a haunted and sad expression swirling in her eyes.
I had no idea what to say or how to comfort her. What if she actually wanted the silence. So occasionally, I would squeeze her hand and slowly, ever so slowly, her fingers wrapped around mine too. And I felt a sense of relief washed over me. She was still there. My feisty Gra
