Dante's room
It had been five hours since Grace has been sleeping. After Tristan left, Dante took his place and sat next to Grace's bed, watching her the entire time. He didn't realize when he fell asleep on the chair only to get woken up by her weak voice.
"Dad..." there was a glint of sadness with the way she called him this time.
Slowly opening his drowsy sleepy eyes, Dante looked at Grace who was finally awake. She had her eyes fixed on him. A thousand emotions lurking in them.
He knew it was time to confront her without holding back. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut in," Isn't there no chance?" she felt her heart heavy as she recalled the words he said.
Dante could no longer look at her face as he felt guilty for hiding such a huge thing from her. He knew he was at fault for being a coward in order not hurting Grace. He forgot, one day she was eventually going to find it but still, his selfish side chose the latter.
