“Ginny. Just breathe, honey. He is okay. You're okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, but I promise you. He asked me to give you something. I hid it under your pillow for later. I just thought you needed a little bit of time, but maybe I got it wrong. Sorry, little one. He asked that I wait to tell you and after he looked after you so well last night. Who am I to deny him that?” Grandpa sounds tired. I can hear the weight of Hunter’s request weighing down on him.
“Agh!” I growl before stomping my feet in frustration like a three year old, before I catch myself and stop. “It’s okay Grandpa. You did what he asked. You are right, I probably wasn't ready to deal with this.” I offer, I don’t want him feeling any worse for getting caught up in Hunter and I.
“Gin, you are very tired, you were very ill last night. Hunter is fine, he asked me to leave a letter with you, maybe it can shed some light on what is going on. I placed his note under your pillow on your bed. Leave it until you are ready. Promise me that,” he demands.
“Maybe,” I smirk at him before hanging up.
Hartley is over next to me moments later and just holds me while I try to grapple with the last few hours. I really wonder how much more I can take. We are interrupted then by my front door knocking.
“Pretty sure that’s Dom, Gin. Your boyfriend,” she says from under our cuddle and I freeze at her words.
“Fuck me Harts, anything else?” I whisper before offering her a final squeeze, heading towards the front door.
