His eyes widened. “What?” “I had no idea you were even alive with everything that happened,” she shook her head. “Your father was pretty clear that I should leave if anything were to happen to either of you. It was ultimately safer for me to be in the States, clearly with all the attacks, but I ho
Charles A blizzard had come to Mooncrest. It couldn’t have come at a better time. I glanced over at the little cookie trophy Cecil, and I had won. Usually, it would make me smile, but it wasn’t doing the usual work of lifting my mood. I was pissed. Margaret seemed sure that I had nothing to worr
“High-strung,” I said. “He’s…” I glanced at him. “He’s in need of someone who doesn’t give a damn about who he is.” My phone started to ring in my office. I hummed. “Hold that thought.” I headed back to my office and grabbed my phone. "Charles Blackwood speaking," I said, my tone steady. T
Grace The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon, casting a warm and soothing glow across the room. I stood by the window, watching as the golden rays painted the world outside with shades of orange and pink. A sense of calm washed over me. The Festival was officially over. The days since then ha
He met my gaze, but I couldn’t read what he was feeling. The wall was there, and it was setting me more on edge by the second. "Grace, I..." "I just want you to know that you can be honest with me. We've become close, and whatever it is, I believe we can work through it." Charles took a deep b
Charles The soft morning light filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the quiet house. I had always been an early riser, and this morning was no exception. I padded down the hallway, my thoughts still lingering on the dreams of the night. As I descended the stairs, I listened t
As we sipped our tea and ate, Cecil was full of things to say. She told Grace about making pancakes and quickly stated that Grace should join us next time. The thought of Grace in the kitchen with us warmed my heart and filled me with yearning. “These are way better than our usual,” Grace said. “T
Grace After we finished High Tea with Cecil, Charles took her to the bathroom to clean the icing from her hands. I heard her squeal. “Are these for me? Thank you, Uncle Charles!” Eason let out a low whistle as we made it to my office. “He’s really stepping into the Daddy shoes, isn’t he?” I flus