Grace POV

To say I'm excited would be an understatement.

I get ready in record time—just twenty minutes. As I gather my hair into a scrunchie, my eyes drift to the desk where all my documents sit neatly organized in a folder.

'He did this for me.'

A small smile curves my lips. Ethan must have arranged everything while I slept, making sure every piece of evidence was in order. The gesture is small, but it makes my chest ache with something I'm still ...