Lynn's POV

I thought packing would be straightforward. It wasn't.

I was fine with the furniture — none of it was mine anyway. Fine with the kitchen things, the coat closet. But then I opened the drawer under the twins' side of the bed and found Baron's first pair of shoes, still in a ziplock bag because the soles had been falling apart and I hadn't been able to throw them away, and I sat down on the floor and didn't move for a while.

Grayson found me there. He didn't ask. ...