Emmett: Her Grace

Emmett

I knock on her door and wait. "Raven, it's me." I would rather not just walk in. Knocking again I wait, but she doesn't respond. Opening the door I walk in, and see her sitting on the bed.

Closing the door behind me I walk over and sit down. My hand instinctively raises and wipes away the tear from her cheek.

"Don't cry for that asshat."

She laughs slightly at my words.

"He's not an asshat, and I’m not crying."

She’s not, sure there is a single tear, but she isn’t crying in the way she should be. “Maybe not, but what he did puts him in that bracket. I'm not here to defend him, but explain what happened, if you will let me?"

She nods but doesn't answer.

"Look, Rizzo was using Gracie to trap Ashton. He noticed and decided to play the game to get information. Nothing happened, we watched, she had her arms around him but literally, he was doing it to get information."

I look at her, wondering if she will reply but she doesn't.

"Just under a year ago, Ashton and Gracie fucked. Turne