I stood up again, unable to sit still. My eyes went to the study window. The curtains were open. Anyone outside could see me standing there, phone pressed to my ear, laptop glowing on the desk.
I walked over and pulled the curtains shut.
Grace heard the rings slide across the rod.
“Good,” she said softly.
My skin prickled. “Are you watching me right now?”
“No.”
“Were you watching me this morning?”
“Yes.”
The honesty was so blunt it silenced me.
“Why?”
“Because I needed to make sure Lucas actually left.”
