Zara's POV
Grace's house looked different in daylight.
I stood at the door Friday afternoon trying to decide if I actually wanted to go inside. Cole had offered to come with me but this conversation needed to happen without him. Some things you had to face alone even when you did not want to.
Grace opened the door before I knocked.
"Thank you for coming," she said.
I followed her to a sitting room I had not seen during the engagement dinner. Smaller, more personal. Windows overlooking a garden that looked carefully tended. Photographs on the mantel that I recognized immediately.
My mother.
I walked to the mantel and picked up the closest frame. My mother at maybe twenty-three, standing beside Grace at what looked like a college graduation. Both of them smiling like they had the whol
