Chapter Nineteen
Grace sat at Joy’s and stared at the clock. The minute hand seemed to slow down with each passing second, until she had to stand up and pace around the room. Joy watched her, saying nothing, because there really wasn’t anything that could be said.
Jaime was out there confronting Eric because he was a brave i***t and she hated him as much as she adored him. She wanted to be there for him, but he’d made her promise she’d stay put. So she had. She waited, and she paced, and she prayed that this would be over before the sun lowered below the horizon that day.
“Grace, you’re giving me a headache. Come sit down at least.” Joy patted the couch cushion next to her.
“I can’t. I can’t sit still.” Grace wrung her hands. She felt like an army wife left behind while her husband was
