Grace's POV
After an exhausting day at the office, I dragged myself back to my apartment. My legs felt like lead as I trudged down the hallway from the elevator, each step more labored than the last.
"God, all I want is to collapse on my bed and sleep for hours," I muttered under my breath. "Actually, maybe I should grab some decent food first. Can't let my baby go hungry or survive on garbage. I'm responsible for two lives now—need to think about my child."
I pressed my finger to the door scanner, and the lock clicked open. The instant I stepped inside, I kicked off those torturous heels and headed straight for the living room, desperate to sink into the couch.
But the second I entered the room, my blood turned to ice.
