Unexpected Visitor

The next day.

When I woke up, Angel had already been taken to kindergarten, and Joy was gone. Monica was by my side. The pain on my face persisted; last night, while looking in the mirror as I bathed, I saw numerous scratches that nearly disfigured me. I was uncertain if the deeper wounds would leave scars.

"Colin came to see you. He asked me to stay with you and advised against going to the office!" Monica told me, hesitating before continuing, "Grace..."

"I'm fine!" I reassured her softly, "Where's my car?" "It's been sent for repairs. You shouldn't go out today," she replied urgently, "Wait until the wounds on your face heal a bit."

"Okay," I agreed readily, but my mind was still preoccupied with yesterday's events.

Joy knew I had met with May Wilson, which wasn't hard to deduce. In my bag in the car, there were those photos; he would understand everything once he saw them. Thinking of the photos, I suddenly asked Monica, "Where's my bag?"