Chapter 7

Jasmine POV

Three days.

Time was tight.

God seemed to be helping me make the decision. The rain hadn't stopped these past few days.

On rainy days, my hand hurt terribly-nerve endings shooting with pain, like electric currents running through them.

That evening, Oliver sat on the sofa peeling an apple for Grace.

He peeled it meticulously, leaving no trace of skin, then sliced it into delicate pieces and fed them to Grace.

"Is it sweet?" he asked gently.

"Yes." Grace smiled sweetly. "Oliver's apples are always the sweetest."

I sat on the single sofa across the room, a cold…