Grace retreated the keys of her car and sighed, letting her shoulders drop as she headed back home.
Today was a long day. She had nearly exhausted all of her strength and had nothing else to hope for except going home to rest in her husband's arms. Or at least that is what she planned, what she hoped she would have the chance to do.
When she was on her way home from the corner of her eye she watched a strangely familiar figure exit a car and walk towards the door of a restaurant. Before entering the man turned his face and spoke to one of the employees in the front of the restaurant, he seemed to be giving his reservation number. When he finished he headed inside.
A shock went through Grace's body as she pressed her foot on the brakes, earning various curses from the car owners behind her.
She parked the car and gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles had turned white. She squared her jaw and started to think.
