Never let you go

Chapter 72

Grey:

Good morning my love,

I know you planned on coming with me this morning, but I decided I needed to do this on my own. Help yourself to whatever you'd like in the house. I promise I won't be gone long.

Love always,

Hunter

That's the note I find on Hunter's pillow when I wake up. My heart aches for him because I know how hard this is going to be for him today. I wanted to be there for him when he did this, but I had a feeling he would end up going alone. I just hope this doesn't do more harm than good for him. I know Hunter's strong enough to handle this, but I also know how tempting it is for him to seek refuge in things like alcohol when life gets dark.

After reading his note a hundred times I hop out of bed and take a shower and get dressed before heading downstairs. There's no sign of Hunter's parents anywhere so I do as he instructed and I help myself to some coffee and a bagel. Once I'm done eating I walk around the house and I study all the pictures on the walls. Pretty much all of them have been taken by Hunter's mother and they are all breathtaking. I do take notice though of how there are hardly any family photos to be seen, but after listening to Hunter talk about his dad that doesn't seem too odd to me. It does make me a little angry though. How could Hunter's father not love him? I understand how the accident must have shaken things up a bit, but Hunter said their relationship was bad off even before then. Why?

I continue to walk and make up theories in my head when I round a corner and hear a voice coming from a room. The voice is deep and commanding and I know immediately it belongs to Hunter's father. I realize then that the room I'm standing in front of is his office.

I move to walk away but I end up tripping and bumping into a picture on the wall and I make way too much noise to be discreet. I'm hoping maybe his father won't come out and see what that was but there is no such luck.

"What's going on out here?" his voice demands as he opens the door to his office. When his eyes land on me I see his expression soften some and for an instant he reminds me of his son. "Oh" he says. "It's you Grey. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine sir" I say as I nervously tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. "Sorry, I was just admiring the art."

"Oh" he says again. "That's fine. Where is um . . . where is . . ." he trails off and the fact that he can't even say his son's name infuriates me.

"Hunter?" I questioned even though I know that's who he is talking about. He nods. "He went to the cemetery this morning."

I can tell by his facial expression that my words and openness are making him uncomfortable, but I really don't care.

"Well" he says gathering himself. "Do you need anything while he's out? "

"No, I'm fine sir. Thank you."

"Alright" he says straightening up. "Well, I'm going to get back to work then. If you need anything feel free to ask."

He turns to walk back into his office and I try to force myself to remain quiet, but I can't. I can't allow him to walk away without demanding some answers. I can't help but try to fix his and Hunter's relationship while I'm here.

"Mr. Williams?" I call. He pauses and turns back to look at me. "What happened between you and Hunter?" I ask getting straight to the point. There is no use beating around the bush here.

Grief flashes across his features briefly before he puts back on his mask of stoicism. Like father like son. "Grey, I'm not sure we should be talking about this" he says in an uneasy tone.