Grace's POV
"Perhaps the blame doesn't rest solely on his shoulders," I exhaled deeply. "Dating someone younger isn't exactly smooth sailing, I suppose."
I found myself contemplating my next move in this tangled mess.
Clearly, I wouldn't bow down and allow Carlos to dictate my every decision simply because jealousy and insecurity had gotten the better of him. Yet I needed to discover a method to soothe his wounded pride.
I gazed out at the blackened ocean after sunset had claimed the sky. The wind whipped around fiercely, and I couldn't help but worry whether Carlos would be safe with the approaching tempest.
"I should reach out to Andrew, just to ensure he keeps an eye on Carlos. I can't bear the thought of him getting hurt or having an accident because he's drowning his sorrows in alcohol."
I reached for my phone and scrolled through my contacts for Andrew's number, but before I could place the call, my screen lit up with an unexpected message from Miguel Paddington.
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