Grace's POV

My legs gave out. I sank onto the edge of the bed, the phone pressed so hard against my ear it hurt.

"Max, that's impossible. Hunter didn't he was on a plane when—"

"I know." Max's voice gentled slightly. "I know he didn't do it. But they think they have something. They wouldn't say what."

Maya was beside me instantly, her hand on my shoulder. "Grace? What happened?"

I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.

"Where are you right now?" Max asked.

"At... at the house. Packing ...