Peter and I were inside, making dinner for everyone while the others were still outside. Ashley was going to make it, but Peter insisted he would, and I offered to help.
“I need you to tell me what is going on, Ryland,” he said, “Why did my daughter seem anxious, self-conscious and worried Why was she constantly tugging at the shorts”
“Peter, I don’t think it is my place to tell you. I think Gracie should be the one.” I sighed. I didn’t want to upset Gracie.
“Ryland, she is my daughter, and I am worried. Something isn’t right, especially if she is getting that way around family, her family. Please tell me what is going on!” he begged.
I took a deep breath and nodded. There was a chance Gracie would get mad at me for this, but I didn’t want just to stand here lying and letting
