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The family ended up staying for a few more hours after deciding to have dinner together at Gracie’s request.

i“/iiSee/i!! My ibig /isister don’t want to get rid of us!”

Ka joked as she pouted and pinched my cheeks. Rolling my eyes, I smiled at Gracie, in truth…whatever she wanted I would have happily obliged.

“Welli, /iiwhat /ido you iall /iisay /iiwe /iiorder /isome hibachi iand have /iit idelivered/ii./ii” /i

Grandpa stood up with his phone in his hand about to make a call to his assistant.

“Ohi! /iiMake /iisure /iiyou /iiget /isome imiso /iisoup /itoo igrandad/i!”

Ka yelled as he began to ce the order to his assistant.

The time was just after 6pm, finally…they were all about to leave so I could have Gracie to myself! I didn’t want to be greedy, but they’d had her for over two weeks before I woke up and I knew once we returned home things would be hectic. I just wanted this night between the two of us.

i“/iI’m so iexcited /iiyou’ll /iiboth /iibe /iihome /iitomorrow/i!!!”

Ka squealed as she hugged me and Gracie.

“iYes/i! Our ifamily /iiis /iifinally /iiwhole /iiagain/ii!/ii” /ifn8987 Official source is Find~Novel/fn8987

Grandmother hugged me tightly, her eyes starting to swell.

i“/iiI /iilove /iiyou /iitoo /iigrandmother/ii./ii” /i

After releasing me, she turned to Gracie.

“iOh/i, imy /iidear/ii. /iiYou’re /iiour /iiangel/ii. /iiNever /iiforget /iithat/ii./ii” /i

She hugged Gracie with a loving expression. I could see Gracie’s eyes begin to water as she hugged grandmother back.

i“/iiDitto/i.”

She whispered as mom made her way over to her. Mother stared at her with a warm smile.

i“/iiI /ilove iyou /iiGracie/i. iThank /iiyou /iifor /ichoosing ius/ii./i”

She hugged Gracie tightly as the tears rolled down both of their faces causing everyone to get emotional.

“I know iI’ve /ibeen isaying /itake care of my son, but I want you to get some rest itonight/ii./i”

Gracie wiped the tears from her eyes as she nodded in agreement with my mother.

i“/iiYes /ima’am.”

Satisfied with her response, mom turned to me. Her expression said it all. I felt a surge of guilt, for me… it’d only felt like I was sleep for a short time while they all had to endure this for over six months.

We hugged each other for a long moment before dad came over and embraced us both. After saying our final goodbyes, Gracie walked over to her travel bag.

“iDo /iiyou /iimind /iiif /iiI /iitake /iia /iishower /iiand /iiget /iifortable/ii?/ii” /i

Her question broke me out of my trance.

“iAbsolutely/ii…/iium/ii…/iilet /iime /iishow /iiyou /iiaround /iireally /iiquick/ii./ii” /i

After Gracie left, I decided to straighten up the room and check if that couch really did turn into a bed.

iShit/ii. /i

It didn’t. Well, there was no way I was about to let her sleep in a chair. About 20 minutester, Gracie came out looking refreshed. She plopped down in the chair with a grin on her face.

i“/iiYour /iibathroom /iin ithis /iihospital /iiis /iibetter /iithan /iisome /iihotel /iibathrooms/ii./ii” /i

She giggled as she curled her legs into the chair. Her hair was mostly down with just some of it up in a messy bun. She was wearing pajama shorts with a matching long sleeve shirt and knee socks. So simple and yet she looked so radiant.

iSmiling/i. “iYeah /iithe /iiVIP /iifloor /iiof /iithis /iihospital /iiis /iiamazing/ii. /iiI /iimean/ii, /iioverall/ii, /iiit’s /iia /iigreat /iihospital/ii, /iibut /iithere /iiwas /iia /iilot /iiof /iidetail /iiput /iinto ithe /iiVIP/ii./ii” /i

i“/iiDoes /iiyour /iifamily /iiown /iithis /iihospital/ii?/ii” /i

“We ido/ii./ii” /i

Gracie’s eyes widen, before settling on a warm smile. I’m sure she was aware of House Christiansen and the business and power we held. Still, I’m sure it was shocking to hear. She scanned the television trying to find something to watch. Settling on some true crime show, she frowned as the narrator spoke about a person thatmitted a murder.

i“/iiDummy/ii. /iNow iyou’re /iigoing /iito /iispend /iithe /iirest /iiof /iiyour /iilife /iiin /iiprison/i.”

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Iughed to myself thinking about how she’d called me a dummy the first time we met. She truly hadn’t changed one bit. Gracie looked at me as if she were about to ask a question when she paused with a puzzled expression. Suddenly, slight panic seeped into her eyes.

“What’s wrongi?!/i”

I chuckled lightly realizing my staring must’ve rmed her.

“Nothing. iI /ipromisei. /iiI /iwas ijust /iithinking/i…iyou /iihaven’t /iichanged /iimuch /isince we were ichildren/ii./ii” /i

Gracie’s eyes fell as if she had been guilty of something. Lifting her head slowly against the head rest of her chair, I could tell something was troubling her. In a low voice, she began to speak.

i“/iiThat’s /iinot /itruei. /iiI /iihave /iichanged/i…a ilot/i.”

“iHow/ii?/ii” /i

“Hm. iI /iiused /iito /iibe /iipathetic /iifor /iione/ii./ii” /i

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