"Grace?" Grayson's voice held a mixture of confusion and concern.
"Where were you last night?"
Grace's gaze met Grayson's, his expression a blend of confusion and concern as he stood in the doorway, his eyes searching hers for answers. The weight of his questions hung in the air, and for a moment, Grace hesitated, caught in the delicate dance of half-truths and hidden emotions.
"Grayson," she began, her voice slightly faltering, "I... I needed some time alone. I went for a walk and cleared my head. I lost track of time."
Grayson's furrowed brow deepened, skepticism shadowing his features. "A walk? All night? Grace, you didn't answer your phone, and I was worried. Where did you go?"
A pang of guilt tightened Grace's chest, but she tried to maintain composure. "I found a bench in the pa
