Grace was petrified as she stared at me, trying to determine if I was telling the truth. She also observed my expression to see if I was being nice. She looked skeptical as she gazed at my seemingly gentle demeanor.
I realized why some people hated others. It was because of the things they did in the past.
Finally, Grace looked away and mumbled, “I-I just… want to see her.”
My heart softened as I looked at Grace. It had been nearly half a year since she saw Ava. The last time might’ve been when they stayed at my place before my divorce. They probably hadn’t met since then.
I knew it must’ve taken a lot of courage for Grace to stand here now. I calmly said, “You have my number, so you can call me whenever you want to see her.”
She looked at me doubtfully and said, “Y-You’ll… allow me to see her? You’re not going to… stop me?”
I answered, “I never said you couldn’t see Ava. I just don’t want you to disturb or hurt her normal life. I won’t stop you if you can do that.”
Grace became