My phone had been blowing up all day. Voice mails left. News stations , my dad. But I refused to acknowledge any. I kept my attention on Purley having a good day out with Grace and friends. We did the whole tourist thing saw the main attractions. The press always managing to catch up with us. Then we headed to the High Rise restaurant. Grace was trying to have a good time but now she was plagued with fear.
I could see it in her eyes , and the forced smiles. She would casually pick up her phone too. Scrolling through social media and gossip mags. She would wince take a deep breath and put it down like it offended her. Regret filled me , even though I know this was for the best. It was nice to see her properly now though, only a few days in the wig and I'd missed her .
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