Deal

Grace's POV

The video made me rooted to the ground. I watched Vincent take Helen from Davis before walking upstairs.

I forced myself to move my legs after minutes of staring at him. I made my way to where Davis stood. He didn't move. His eyes held something I couldn't explain. They were different from what I had ever seen in Davis.

They were teary, and I could also see the fear in his eyes. He didn't want to lose me. He was scared that I'll leave him with Helen.

When I got close enough to him, I began to undo the button on the wrist of his long sleeve shirt. I was shocked, myself, when I saw him wearing a long sleeve. But I didn't think much about it.

I felt he did it for a change, I didn't notice….

I thought I had checked him well last night, but I didn't. He made sure I didn't suspect a thing. And I didn't.

I rolled his sleeves and he quietly watched me as I rolled his shirt up, but it refused to move further at a particular spot, so I stopped rolling. Ignoring the look he was gi