Grace's POV.
"At least think about it, Grace. Please? For Tate's sake."
"Are you done with that?"
I took her cup before she could answer - it was still full, she hadn't even taken a sip. I took mine as well and emptied them both in the sink.
"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sure that you've done a wonderful job raising your son. In fact, I don't doubt it for a second."
I turned to look at Agetha again. Her features were soft, her voice gentle.
I felt bad for the way I reacted.
"Thanks."
My cheeks felt heated. I struggled to maintain eye contact with her.
She smiled - a compassionate, warm smile that told me she understood exactly where I was coming from and what I was feeling. She understood because she was a mother as well.
I felt some of the tension easing from my shoulders: Ag
