17 - Out of Control

~Grace’s Point of View~

“Please Jack, I don’t want to be away from you,” I whined, feeling pathetic.

We hadn’t spent an hour apart all weekend, and I wasn’t about to change it. My body was beyond attached in a way I’d never felt, never imagined. But now it was Monday morning, we were back to work.

Back to reality. Back to having eyes on us all the time.

They helped me move into dad’s apartment, even coming to mom’s house to get my things. Thankfully she’d made a weekend trip to Paris, because why not? What else does she have to do? Not a damn thing. Certainly not worry about me or you know … be a grieving widow.

We’d even gone shopping on Saturday at the places where they got the things for my room at their place. A part of me nearly felt like it was stupid to get my dad’s place set up when I’d likely be with them for the most part. I’d even made a joke about knocking down the wall and just having one large place at Stingray. They both loved the idea of course but I wasn’t sold.