Although I was no longer fond of the Murphys, Grace hadn’t mistreated me for the past few years. I could also forgive her for giving me the cold shoulder that day because she only tried to protect her interests.

She asked me to return to their house, but I declined because that place traumatized me. Instead, I chose to meet her at a cafe near her house. I softened my attitude when I saw her. After all, I couldn’t be mean to an older woman.

Grace looked worn out and conflicted when she saw me. I understood her feelings and ordered her some hot milk. I waited for her to speak, and her lips twitched as she asked, “How’s Ava?”

Immediately after, she burst into tears. I had to admit she doted on my daughter.

“She’s okay but not as perky as before,” I spoke blandly despite myself. I noticed her sad expression and added, “You’re welcome to visit her anytime.”

My words encouraged Grace, and she held my hand, “Can you reconsider the divorce?”

I wanted to pull away but refrained. I somehow