The sun hung low in the sky as Tony and I cruised through the nearly deserted streets, heading towards the warehouse just outside of town. The new house was close by—close enough to keep an eye on both the operation and Grace. Everything was lining up, but my mind couldn’t shake the thought of Grace cooped up alone in that place. She wasn’t going anywhere, sure, but there was always that nagging itch in the back of my mind. The more time she spent isolated, the more unpredictable she’d become.
Tony sat beside me in the passenger seat, thumbing through his phone, occasionally glancing my way. I could feel his presence, steady as always, though I could tell he knew I was chewing on something.
“Tony,” I finally said, eyes fixed on the road. “What do you think we can do to keep Grace... occu
