“No,” Ray said.
She blinked. “Sir—”
“I’m taking her. I’m not handing her to strangers. She’s mine.”
He brought me home to his small house that smelled like coffee.
He shuffled into my room, hair sticking up.
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“No,” Ray said.
She blinked. “Sir—”
“I’m taking her. I’m not handing her to strangers. She’s mine.”
He brought me home to his small house that smelled like coffee.
He shuffled into my room, hair sticking up.
My name is Grace, and for most of my adult life, my son Daniel was the center of everything. His father died when Daniel…