Hunter's POV

I stood in the doorway of the Wilson home, feeling more like a man walking into a war zone than a man arriving for a family dinner. Grace stood beside me; the tension was radiating off her in waves despite the calm smile she wore. I rested my hand lightly on the small of her back, letting her know I was with her in this. She wasn't alone and never would be again.

"Ready?" I asked quietly.

She nodded, though she looked anything but. "As I'll ever be. I'm worried about how she is ...