CHAPTER Thirty-Four

　　Gracie

　　Ryland and I were at my house, getting the remainder of my things. My dad wasn’t home, thankfully, as I wanted to get my stuff and get out before he came back. I had been dreading it all day but relaxed when I realized he wasn’t here.

　　“Is that everything, babe” Ryland asked softly.

　　“Just one more thing,” I smiled.

　　I went into my closet, getting the box with my moms’ things. I looked around and sighed. Although I was glad to be seeing the back of this place, I was sad too because this house is where I had all my mother’s memories.

　　“Come on, my love,” Ryland said, offering me his arm since he had bags in his hands, “I know you have your memories of your mom here, but right now getting away is for the best,” he added softly.

　　I nodded, taking the memory box. We made our way downstairs, and just as we were leaving my father was coming in.

　　“What the fuck are you doing here” he hissed.

　　“Getting my things,” I said firmly.