Twenty-Two
Grace couldn’t begrudge Nora her depression. Not while she was struggling with her own. It was true that her days at Bellefield passed in a happy haze. She roamed the grounds with Heron, taking long, lazy lunches in its fields. They had s*x sometimes before, sometimes after, and in nearly every corner of the estate, from the shower to the forest.
Yet her nights weren’t so blissful.
More than once she shot up in the dark, heart pounding, her mind careening out of control, and Kaiden’s sweet, desperate voice lingering in her ear. Sometimes he ran from her, calling her a monster. Sometimes he fell into a river and was swept away. Then one night, someone had him behind a closed door, hurting him. And no matter how Grace beat against that door, threw herself against it, she couldn
