Graeme held Macy’s hand all throughout the drive from the fundraising event. It was late enough in the evening that the sun was halfway set, and the darkness of the night was slowly creeping in.
Macy sat beside him quietly, her attention out of the window. Every once in a while she would glance at him, but she wouldn’t say a thing. He didn’t say anything either because he was trying to give her space to process her emotions.
He had already called the estate ahead of time, informing the chef to prepare all of Macy’s favorite meal for their dinner. He planned to help her relax fully from the cluster f**k of emotions that evening had been for her, and what better way to do that than with good food and great company?
Unfortunately, as it turned out, Macy had no appetite. The usual dish t
