Even though I saw it coming, it still felt like everything was speeding up way faster than last time.
Ronald glanced at me, then shifted his eyes to Grace. His tone was calm. “What are you doing here? Didn’t go home last night?”
Grace looked a little on edge, her pretty face showing hints of unease. Her fingers curled up nervously.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wright... I was just worried about your stomach—thought maybe no one was home to check on you. So I... I stayed over without telling anyone. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Mr. Allen even offered to send me back… It’s all on me. I’m sorry, Mr. Wright. Mrs. Wright. I’ll leave right away.”
Oh, so we haven’t gotten to the “taking care of” phase yet. Noted.
I had zero interest in their budding soap opera. I cut her off halfway and hand
