Sure enough, Grace was overjoyed when we got home.

She learned we visited the Beringer home. Her first words to my mom were, "Chlo is good! It's the Murphy family who are unfortunate."

Even if my mom were upset about the past, she would not hate a dying person. She just smiled.

Atlas stayed to chat with my dad for a while before he left.

After putting Ava to bed, Grace knocked on my door. I quickly let her in.

She still seemed awkward in front of me. I reached out and pulled her to sit on the couch. "Is there something on your mind?"

"Well...not really. I just wanted to spend some time with you," she said cautiously, and it tugged at my heart. I couldn't stand seeing someone so vulnerable. I sat beside her just like old times.

Grace took care of me wholeheartedly during my postpartum period. She cared for me even more than her son.

Matthew was already involved with Melanie then. Grace was the only one who genuinely took care of me.

"Mom..." I awkwardly called her.

After all