Grace's POV

"Do you want to see her?" he asked quietly when I didn't move straight away. "Your mother. I would understand if you did. We could go there first."

The question caught me off guard. I'd been so focused on Dad, on how this would affect him, that I hadn't even considered whether I wanted to face Margo. Whether I needed to.

"I don't know," I admitted. "Should I?"

Hunter's thumb traced across my knuckles where our hands were joined. "There's no should about it, Grace. It's entirely ...