Grace’s POV
As I walked to the warehouse, I thought about Mr. Morgans. Alan seemed worried about him, not that I could blame him. He was taking the whole situation with his Luna rough.
Doing some extra work was a small thing, but staring at the rows and rows of boxes in the warehouse and the individual codes I had to hunt down would be more effort than I thought.
While searching the rows, I thought back to our short conversation when I’d brought him coffee.
I hadn’t asked since Ella had begged me not to, but Mr. Morgans didn’t try to hide what had happened, muttering about lies and not being good enough. I didn’t quite hear, but my confusion must’ve shown on my face.
“The gifts, while good choices, were unfortunately not needed—nor could they be used.”
“I see. I’m sorry things did
