Grace's POV.
My conversation with Alexis played on repeat in my mind.
I tried to take that relaxing bath with a glass of wine, but I felt so restless and agitated - a thousand questions running through my mind at a pace that made it impossible to grab onto a single one.
One glass turned into two, then three, and I downed the fourth one in bed to try and get rid of the dull ache between my eyes.
By the time I turned out the light, I wasn't sure whether the wine was helping with the ache or actually causing it...
I hoped that sleep would come quickly, but no such luck.
I tossed and turned.
Got up to open the door to porch in the hopes that a little fresh air would help.
Got up again later to close the door because the fresh air was making my head spin and my stomach turn.
Eventually
