Grace sat in the urgent care exam room, staring at the message from her mom, her stomach twisting with guilt.
Mom: Is it the bad foot?
She sighed, running a hand over her face before typing back.
Grace: Yeah, it is, Mom.
Her mom's response was instant.
Mom: Dammit, Grace. That foot has been nothing but trouble since high school. What did the doctor say?
Grace: They're taking x-rays now. I'll let you know.
Her mom sent another message telling her to be careful, but the conversation left her feeling even worse.
The last thing she wanted was to worry anyone—especially Logan.
And yet...
Her phone vibrated again.
Johnny: Miss you. Should've gone with you.
Grace's heart tightened, but she didn't respond.
She wanted to—wanted to tell him, to let him comfort her, to let herself lean o
