#Chapter 175: Small Town Hideout

Almara’s Pov Laying low only works when we stay confined to the house. Which I was happy to do for a couple of days. Those first two days were bliss. Just Arthur and I raising Grace, loving on one another, lazy mornings followed by peaceful evenings. But now, by the third day after that public announcement, my skin is starting to crawl. Unfortunately, any time Arthur and I would leave the house to take Grace for a walk or get a cup of coffee, we would be bombarded by the press or at the very least still be subject to open judgment from the general public. Everyone was taking a very keen interest in what the Hurricane Pack does as a regular, normal pack which is making the experience anything but normal. So, when Arthur requested we stay at my parents I was thrilled- unlike last time. We’re ten minutes away from my parents' house, nearing Grace's old nursery which unfortunately is twisting my stomach into knots. Thankfully, Arthur doesn’t comment when we pass by it. “Now remembe