Grace's POV

That Saturday morning found me in Hunter and Helena's bedroom, surrounded by cardboard boxes I'd dragged up from the garage and the local hardware store. Hunter couldn't face touching Helena's things, so I'd volunteered to pack them up. I understood his reluctance, this had been their space, filled with her presence. Now her ghost. But mostly he liked the person she let the world see.

The room felt empty with Hunter's things already moved into my room — well, our room for now ...