Grayham’s POV
I flipped the open sign for the first time in a week and then watched it with a sigh. I have officially opened the doors to the café since Alex’s passing.
Even though Miles had informed me to start running the place before our trip to New York City, I didn’t open the place until today.
I stood still and kept watching the door. Opening the place meant I was ready to take on without Alex. It also means I had agreed to carry on with his son’s life. Maybe until I find a solution because trust me, my eyes are still out there.
I walked back to the counter and continued mopping the top.
I couldn’t sleep last night. I don’t know whether it was because I watched a boy die but I tossed from the edge of the bed to the other and finally gave up around 4 am.
So I decided to clean the whole place and I think I did a good job because the floors were sparkling, the coffee trays and mugs were well arranged and there was water boiling in the kitchen while the snacks were ready to be ser
