- DEX -
I'm in the kitchen leaning on the island and staring at my phone while it rings Grace's number on speaker. She didn't pick up yesterday, and it doesn't seem like she's picking up today.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Raya moving by the pool. She chooses a lounge chair in the shade to sit in with her brown paper bag of croissants, and I can't help but smile. At least she is getting comfortable. I'm not going to bother her either. I don't want her to feel that staying here comes with the condition of my constant presence.
Grace's voicemail picks up, and my smile falls. I groan and rake a hand through my beard. It's getting too long. I'm not worried about looking a certain way for my position at the company, but this is a little wilder than usual even for me.
