Grace had been born that same day. That same hour. To a different man, but to the same fate. Did they think he didn’t know? Did they think he didn’t think of that fate every damn day? That she wasn’t first in his mind in the morning and last in it at night and present in every dream that came in between? Did they think he did not ache for her? He wanted her. And he wanted them gone so he could go back to wanting her.
