CHAPTER Twenty-Seven

  Gracie

  I was sitting at the breakfast table with Ryland and his mom. I was playing with the food on my plate. I was too nervous to eat because I was dreading facing my dad. I was hoping he wouldn’t be home.

  “Gracie, are you OK” Ryland asked, placing his hand over mine.

  “I don’t want to go home and get my things, but I know I need to,” I sighed.

  “I promise you will be fine. I will be there with you,” he smiled.

  “I know,” I said, smiling back.

  My dad will not care that I am moving out. He will only care because I will not be there to clean up after his ass, make his meals and be his personal punch back.

  “Sweetie, do you want me to come with you both” Melissa asked, looking a little nervous.

  “No, it is OK, thank you though,” I smiled.