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*** I'm back! It's been 2 months since I've last been on here, and I'm sincerely sorry for that! School has been hectic, but thankfully, I received a two day break! I would've started writing yesterday, but I needed to type up some book reviews. Anyway, this is a shorter chapter, but I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 10: Unexpected


I'm standing in front of my mirror, trying to get the undesired knots out of my hair. Annoyed at the never ending tangles and my brother, I yank on my hair a little too hard, causing strands to rip off my head. Grumbling, I take a deep breath before starting over again, this time in a more soothing stroke.

Sean had called shortly after Alex and I parted ways, claiming that work was hectic and therefore, couldn't attend dinner tonight. I told Grayson that it's work keeping him away, but I know- and I suspect he knows as well- that Sean asked for more work so he wouldn't have to see Grayson again. I don't understand why Sean is so adamant about Grayson being the bad guy. Sure, I have his suspicions about him, but the more we meet him and get to know him, the closer we'd get to figuring out if he is fooling us and what game he's playing.

On the contrary, I do hope I can prove Sean wrong and make him see that Grayson is just a saddened man, looking for his family he never had a chance to meet.

Butterflies start to form in my stomach. I don't know if it's excitement to see my grandfather again or nervousness from all the doubts I hold.

A knock at the door startles me out of my thoughts as I realize that I've been mindlessly brushing my hair for five minutes. Still in my pajamas, I rush downstairs and look through the peephole before opening the door to Grayson.

I give him an apologetic smile and let him in the house. "I'm so sorry. I'm not ready yet."

"It's okay, dear." He hugs me and looks me up and down. My body tenses, but as he finally steps in the doorway, I push it off thinking that it's probably not acceptable where he lives for guests to see the host in night attire.

"You're more than welcome to have a seat," I gesture towards the living room, "until I'm done."

It only takes me a few minutes to throw on some clothes and dab on some makeup. When I walk back down the stairs, I see Grayson looking at the backs of all the picture frames sitting on top of the fireplace. Once he's checked the back of the last picture, he puts it down, obviously angered. Whatever he's trying to find, he wasn't successful.

Wary, I ask, "Are you looking for something?"

Grayson, clearly startled, spins around and sees me still standing on the staircase, "Sorry, it's just that," he looks back at the frames, "Edith used to put notes on the backs of picture frames. I was just wondering if she's kept them or not."

Still guarded, I choose not to mention the countless other picture frames sitting in boxes up in the attic. I assess him. Surely he wouldn't be that upset? It's been years since they last saw each other, after all.

"Let's go, Jenni- I mean, Jen. We don't want to have an overly crowded dinner." He puts a smile on his face, seemingly forgetting his recent anger. Still on one of the lower steps, I walk the rest of the way down and out the door.


It doesn't take long to get to Tavern on the James, but the walk there was awkward, especially with me still cautious about Grayson. He did not show a normal expression of disappointment or regret, but one of anger. Anger? Maybe I've been mistaken, the expression gone too quickly, but I know there's something deeper than just the note. As I put a mental note to check out the rest of the frames, I smile and nod as Grayson spoke.

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