Jacob knocked on the door, his knuckles rapping against the wood with a mixture of trepidation and resolve. The door opened slowly, revealing Grace's face, which was a mix of surprise and wariness.
"Jacob?" Grace's voice was tentative, her eyes searching his face for clues.
"Hi, Grace," Jacob said, his voice hoarse. "Can I come in?"
Grace hesitated, then nodded and stepped aside to let him in. Jacob followed Grace into the living room, where he took a seat, his posture tense.
Grace sat opposite him, her hands folded in her lap. "What brings you here, Jacob? Is everything okay?"
Jacob looked at her, his heart heavy with regret. "No, Grace. Everything is far from okay. I came here to apologize. I've been blind to the truth, and I want to make things right."
Grace's brow furrowed, a mix of hope and skepticism in her eyes. "What are you talking about?"
