Connor’s POV
Five days, it’s been Five days since Wynter left, and I haven’t even made it out of the apartment yet. Grace seems to know that something is wrong as well, my usually happy bubbly girl is grizzly and has been for the last few days. She woke up every hour last night, and in the end after hours of pacing, soothing, and fretting over her whimpering cries, she finally fell asleep, with me sitting up on the couch and her lying on my chest.
I look down at where she’s cradled in the baby carry that straps to my chest, the only way I can get anything done right now as she wants to be with me all the time.
Her cheeks are slightly flushed, and I have a feeling that more teeth are pushing through as she’s gnawing on her hands with fervor again.
I wipe down the kitchen worktops before
