Shattered and Crashes on Grace’s Bed
I’m exhausted. I’m mentally engaged seven days a week—between caring for Grace, learning Spanish, working on my book (when I have the time), and my job. I hope I can be forgiven for taking a morning off.

For the past week, I’ve been having breakfast out each morning. It gets me out of the apartment, walking around and engaging with people.

By the end of the day, I’m completely shattered. I’ve been sleeping on Grace’s bed and feeling guilty, like I’ve neglected her. I brought her some macarons and we had hot chocolate together. I helped her with dinner and then took her back to her room. But I still feel bad leaving her.

I’m gearing up for a fight with Laurens.