"Your dad's inside. Go have a good talk with him. He might not be good with words, but he's very worried about you. He's asked me several times if you'll be okay living alone after the divorce, and he even told me to find time to go over and take care of you for a few days."
Irene Lynch pulled Grace aside and whispered a few words in her ear.
Grace's eyes welled up, and she nodded.
Gregory Winslow was smoking in the room. When he saw Grace come in, he instinctively stubbed out his cigarette.
"Dad," Grace said, going over to sit down.
Gregory Winslow grunted softly in acknowledgment.
"Dad... I was the one who insisted on marrying Caleb Forrest, and now, just a few months later, I'm the one demanding a divorce. Do you blame me?" Grace sat beside her father, pausing for a moment before she spoke.
At her words, Gregory Winslow turned to look at her. "I only blame myself."
Grace's eyes turned red. "Dad, I was being childish and headstrong. I won't be like that again, I promise."
