Grace’s pov
“I am still surprised that he agreed to stay the night, you said it yourself that he is stubborn,” Dad said.
“He wanted to look around while we were sleeping,” I told me, and he nodded.
“He was your husband, you know him so well,” he said.
I looked anywhere but him while taking a bite of my toast.
“But he seemed uncomfortable when he left, did anything happen?” he asked me.
I shook my head, maybe a little too fast and too soon.
“Nothing at all, maybe he seemed that way because he didn’t find anything,” I replied but he kept looking at me.
“Really? you also seem a little uncomfortable,” he said, and I just shrugged.
“I am just hungry; anyways should I make you something special for dinner?” I asked him and he chuckled.
“You are changing the subject now aren’t you
