I watched her, my mother-in-law, with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. Our relationship had always been decent—better than I ever expected. At least she understood the kind of person I was, far better than the man I had married. Seeing the gray hairs now peppering her head, I felt a pang of sorrow.
I didn’t want to stay here, tied to this family and its deceit any longer. I didn’t know when my soul might finally dissipate, and I had only one wish: to see my mother.
Ever since my father passed, she had been alone. I knew she wouldn’t be able to bear the news of my death. The thought of her grief weighed heavily on me, but something held me back—something tethered me to Grayson.
And despite her best attempts to convince Grayson to go look for me, my mother-in-law failed miserably.