Grace sat frozen on the couch, her eyes fixed on Donald.
He was lying on the bed, half asleep, his breathing steady and calm.
The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.
For a long moment, she just watched him. Her heart ached.
She stood up slowly and walked to the bed. Carefully, she lay beside him.
Donald didn't stir. His face was peaceful, almost boyish.
Silence filled the room. Only the faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant chirping of birds could be heard.
Grace smiled faintly, but there was a flicker of pain behind that smile.
Her thoughts were heavy.
How do I tell him that everything he knows about his life might be a lie?
She sighed quietly, her fingers brushing the sheets.
No. She wouldn't tell him yet. Not until she was certain.
Not until she could prove everything beyond doubt.
Donald shifted slightly and opened his eyes. When he caught her staring, a playful grin curved on his lips.
