Aunt Harriet’s POV
I knew something was eating Grace up but I couldn’t place a finger on it. Like, I knew she was really sad about something despite all of her half-hearted answers that she’s well and all of that. We were both in the kitchen making dinner and I had no idea how to throw the question or how to inform Grace about her and her mom’s discussion.
“So, how is school these days?” I started chopping the carrots concentrating more on the job than on my niece who was wearing a fake smile.
“School is fine. Getting used to all the stress and bustles” she replied.
“And how is Steve?” I inquired again, making sure our eyes did not meet each other.
“Steve is fine…he’s great” she stuttered.
“You know, I was going to ask you about Rohan; it’s been a while I saw him, already stopped?”
