Chapter 48

She didn't protest. She went along with it, nodding her head like a little obedient daughter. 

Malia had never known love, she had never been in love. Her father never permitted any boys in her life. And she obeyed him, channeling all her energy into school and all the extracurriculars he picked out for her. 

Posture classes. Etiquette classes. Fashion classes. Dance classes. 

He didn't even allow her to learn how to cook.

She had always consoled herself with the thought that he cared too much about her, and was trying to protect her. But she was wrong.

She rocked herself on the bed, it was smaller than her bed back home. 

Home.

In her mind, Grant was becoming home. A long time ago, this house was home. Now it was just...

The tears refused to come anymore, leaving her with hiccups and full-body spasms. She wiped her face on her bedsheet and made a mental note to tell Cassie to take care of it. Then she remembered she wasn'