Grace
I shuddered at the admission. The words rattled through me as words and numbers flashed through my mind, looming over me.
Charles let out a low, soothing rumble and rocked me. "It's alright. We can talk about it. Just breathe."
I couldn't, though. My breathing kept catching, hitching as if I was having a panic attack. I could feel whatever he was doing with the rumbling working, but it wasn't enough to stop my panic.
"Grace," he whispered. "What is it?"
"I've ruined everything," I said. My words tumbled out faster, punctuated by the erratic rhythm of my breathing. My thoughts were racing. At least before, when I thought about running, there wouldn't be this to haunt me, but now I had just signed the end of my family's legacy. I felt my chest tighten, and each word seemed l
