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Harry's POV.
Grace flips her hair back smiling tenderly to me while I open the car door to climb in. Josephine is standing in the back-seat, protected by her tiny little shelter while I watch Grace's every move to understand what's going on inside that pretty little mind of hers.
It's been a week by now since she found those documents into Alex's drawer and I took everything in me not to investigate any further on the matter. I want to trust her so much, this time I need to be careful and not fuck it up as I usually do. She has been so silent, she just drags me around to buy an endless amount of shit in different places everyday.
She looks upset though and not just a little. I can see it at the corner of her pretty blue eyes that she's holding back so many emotions, that her body is slightly shaking and her hands are tightly wrapped around the wheel.
I want to say a word, make her open up with me and finally admit something is wrong so that we can work it out together but deep in my heart I know what will happen if I press too much. Grace is not so easy to break and even if I did succeed, she would probably do the exact opposite and close herself even more the second she understands I'm trying to make her talk. I've been here plenty of times and make her feel like I'm trying to corner her is not the right decision. She will speak to me eventually, I know she will if she needs to.
She stops staring ahead and takes a long breath before turning the car on and start driving. It devastates me not being able to say or do anything fearing it will only make things worse, but I can't see any other solution. I want to know, I really want to, still not as much as I want for us to trust each other and work.
So I do the only thing I know it won't make her run away from me, I rest my hand over her thigh and give it a little squeeze avoiding to look at her directly, almost pretending I didn't do it on propose. It's not much I'm aware of that, still it's important for her showing that I'm here to comfort her whenever she will need me to do. I don't have to give it for granted, she may act like she knows it, but there's different between believing in something and knowing it. And lately we have taken everything for granted when in fact there is so much to prove and I am willing to work for it, starting from now.
I feel Grace's cold fingers lace around my bigger ones and stroking the surface of my palm, I sense her index tracing the curves of my knuckles almost distantly while I turn to study her expression. Her head is down and she's distracted by the movement, I swiftly catch two of her fingers under my thumb and keep her touch closer to me, causing Grace to snap her back up to find my eyes.
'' I'm fine,'' she assures me once she notices my expression. I curl the corner of my mouth up in a worried way and she escapes my look not wanting to explain any further. I guess she thinks I pity her but I don't. I'm just pensive over her, there's nothing bad about this.
She places her limbs back on the wheel and never tries to touch me again. First step in the wrong direction, fuck.
We get to the mall and Grace steps out of the car rushing to take Joy with her while I lock it. I attempt to stop her, to place my arm around her waist but she just avoids me the whole time which not only frustrates me till no end, but also makes me want to kick my ass for being so obvious that I didn't believe her.
