51- Optimistic

~Grace’s Point of View~

I laid still, staring at Finch as he slept. Needless to say, their revelation about what my father did definitely destroyed my mood. My father … gave years of his life to help a stranger? He wouldn’t even meet me for dinner?

I had boyfriends on and off in my 20’s all the time, several I brought home. Mom would either smile or stick her nose up. Dad hardly ever met them, he was never around. He never asked about them, if they made me happy. He never asked much about me … as a person.

Of course all I wanted to know was the big question… Why did he do it? Would he have even done it for me? That thought, made me sick.

A shadow cast over the back of the teepee, and I knew someone was there. I had no clue if they were here for me, or if I could even get up without waking my mates. The answer came on its own, when the woman I knew to be Ensley stuck her head in the flap, nearly making me jump.

She gave a big wave of her arm and a smile. I sat up and looked at Jac