Roxy POV
It was hard leaving Grandma; she had been there for me, and with me leaving her, I felt I was deserting her. She would not be in that bed in so much pain if it were not for me. I should not have complained, and then he would not have come after me and Grandma; she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It is all my fault. I can't help but feel guilty; it should be me in that bed, not my sweet Grandma. I fought not crying while in the hospital, but now I am headed home. The silent tears were flowing.
I got the tears to stop before I made it home, hoping Vincent did not notice.
Together, we worked out a plan after we ate lunch, and I started to do what I could to make quick meals out of the roast that Vincent put on. He has been a great help, and I do not think we woul
