Grace POV
I finally got to my room and flung myself across the bed. The tears I had been holding on to for the longest time, racked through my body and rolled in big, fat droplets down my cheeks.
I was finally home!
Everything reminded me of something, a picture there, the dry garland at the doors from last year's Christmas. Last Christmas, my father was with me. We had hung up ornaments on the gigantic Christmas trees and he had kissed me on my forehead with a wink, telling me how much he loved me.
Now, the only reminder I had of him was his picture in the foyer. Everything that spoke volumes about my dad had been removed, even his favourite chair in the morning room. The dried garlands at the doors would have pissed him if he was here. He hated it when flowers dry up or shrivel. "I
