Chapter 66

When Grace woke up, she winced at the bright sunlight. The space around her felt foreign. She sat up and reached for her forehead. It ached, and she realized it was wrapped in layers of gauze. The bedroom was spacious, with a quiet kind of luxury. Suddenly, the last thing she saw before blacking out came rushing back—Ethan. She looked up and saw him in the doorway. He was still in his wheelchair, holding a bowl of oatmeal. Slowly, he wheeled over and set it down on the bedside table. "Feeling any better?" he asked. Grace was flooded with gratitude. Last night, she had been sure Chester was going to force himself on her. "Much better, Mr. Henderson. How are your legs?" Her memories of the incident were fuzzy, but one thing was clear—Ethan's kick had sent Chester flying. His legs were still healing. She'd never be able to forgive herself if she had made things worse for him. "They're fine," Ethan said. He grabbed the oatmeal and handed it to her. Surprised by the gesture, Grace t