“Grace…” Spencer says in a pleading voice. I put my head on his shoulder and he wraps arms around me. He pulls me closer.

It just felt so right, but yet so wrong. Being by him felt so good and so warm. I didn’t want it to end at sometimes and then I did. Why should be happy after what I did? I just feel like I don’t deserve this happiness.

I turn away from him and refuse to look back. He puts his hand on my cheek, and it felt so good. I stand up.

“Grace, your friend would want you to be happy,” how could he know just what to say? I never thought that before. Abby always wanted me to be happy no matter what. She was always cheering me up. I turn around to see him looking at me with reassuring eyes.