"Christian, why would everything be packed away from this apartment?"
Grace had every idea of what he could possibly do, and she hoped that he would not say it. The hope she had was small, knowing that hunch was right.
He turned to her from where he was standing. "Everything needs to be packed away because you are moving into my apartment."
Into his apartment?
Grace turned around quickly, casting a look to her apartment all around. This was her world. Even though this was not where her life had began, she had created a life here. One with her grandmother, decorating each and every corner of the house, according to her taste, filling it with memories and what not. This was her house.
"Why?" She turned back to him. "This is perfectly fine. What we have is perfectly fine. I don't need to pack anything more than necessary."
