Chapter Thirty Two Sunday Morning
Grace Gabby pleaded to stay with Henry and I and of course I couldn’t say no. She looks terrible. Her parents would freak if they saw her like this. Nobody objects not like they could anyway. I climb into the back seat with Brennan and let Sydney sit up front. I run gabbys back and stare out the window. We can’t get out of here fast enough. We drop Sydney off first. She was quiet the entire drive. She looked completely defeated last night. I can’t blame her. We lost something last night. A lot actually. Henry’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel and I sigh leaning into Brennan. He rubs my back. We drop him off next and then head home. I take a shower and get gabby cleaned up and in fresh clothes. She seems different too but I can’t put my finger on it. Henry escaped to his
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