Then came the day I found her crying in the laundry room.
“Later” became his shield.
She had her forehead pressed against David’s pajamas.
“Grace, honey. What is it?”
She jumped like I’d caught her stealing.
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. Nobody in this house is fine. Please. Just tell me what’s happening between you two.”
She jumped like I’d caught her stealing.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist and shook her head.
“I can’t. I promised him.”
“Promised him what?”
She looked at me for a long time, eyes filled with tears.
Then she shook her head.
“Please don’t ask me.”
“I can’t. I promised him.”
She pushed past me and disappeared up the stairs.
I stood there, biting back a scream.
I wanted to march upstairs and demand every answer he owed me.
But I didn’t.
Because I loved him.
Because he was
