Chapter Ten
Boone
I sat on the bed, listening as Grace’s breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep. I hated seeing her like this. Now, I knew why I’d heard the worried comments from friends. I certainly figured migraines were painful, but witnessing her in this much pain was actually frightening. If there was one thing I knew about Grace, it was that she didn’t like to ask for help. That she even let me help at all was a glaring sign of just how much she was hurting.
Once I knew for certain she was asleep, I rose carefully, making sure not to wake her. Then, I walked quietly out into the living room and kitchen area, closing her bedroom door behind me. Wayne eyed me balefully when I returned to the living room. His tail flicked slowly as he walked across the room to leap onto the
