Read Letting go of Grace for Free Online

the kids and tears poke at my eyes. I miss them with all my heart and soul. They are having so much fun and I wish I was there with them. Hunter tells me we have to go back next month with them and I agree. I know I can get a week off. I make another mental note to talk to Michele about it. When I hang up with them I pour another drink. I really have been drinking a lot more since Chase died, and ever since I got on the Grace merry-go-round I have been drinking even more. After I refill my drink I walk down the hallway. I get a few doors down and I stop. I can hear a guitar. Standing there I listen to a soft song being played. I inch towards the door and see its open just a crack. I know he did it on purpose. He is trying to keep his distance from me, but it’s never more than an arm’s length. I listen to Aiden singing softly. I marvel in all the little things that make up Aiden. There are so many things I would have never guessed about Aiden. He is a beautiful man who is so masculine, yet so deep and gentle. The more time I spend with him the more I discover who he really is. He is talented in many other things besides his hugely successful company. I listen to him sing softly about giving up. The more I listen the more I realize I know the song. I push the door open a little and slide my body through. I remain quiet as he keeps singing. I stay by the door and soak him up. He is playing an old acoustic guitar and he stares at the floor as he sings. I feel like a moth drawn to a flame. I inch closer and sit across from him in a leather chair. I sink into it easily and bring my legs up. I watch his fingers move forming different chords. His fingers move with ease. His eyes move onto me as he finishes.
    “That was beautiful, Aiden.” His eyes shift back to the floor as he puts the guitar back in its stand.
    “Do you mind if I play?” He nods giving me the go ahead as he hands me his guitar. I remember the first lesson my father gave me. He was patient, but I could tell I was driving him crazy. I warm up just strumming the strings. It has been about a year since I picked up a guitar. I feel it come back to me and I wish my dad was here to play with me. I start to play “Over the Hills and Far Away.” I love this song, and the first time I ever heard my father play it I begged him to teach it to me. I’m surprised at how easy it comes back to me. I look over at Aiden who is wide-eyed in complete shock. I smile at him and keep playing. When I finish I hand him his guitar and he smiles at me while shaking his head.
    “What?” I ask with an ear to ear grin plastered on my face.
    “You are filled with surprises.”
    “So are you.” I grin at him, but notice he is distracted. He takes his phone out but ignores answering it. I want to ask him who is calling, but I ignore my interfering side and decide against it. He places it on the table, and I can see it light up with the words “missed call.” He starts to talk and his phone goes off again, this time he picks it and answers it.
    “Yeah?” He eyes me uncomfortably and I can see his whole demeanor change. I put my legs down and shift to the edge of the chair. The color drains from his face, putting me in full alarm.
    “You sure?” He brings his hand to his face and rubs his forehead roughly.
    “Yeah, I’ll be there in a few.” He hangs up and drops the phone to his side bringing his other hand to his face. He nervously rubs his hands across his face. I stand up and inch closer to him.
    “Is everything OK?” He puts his arms out and pulls me to him. I stand still as he buries his head into my chest and wraps his arms around me. I wrap my arms around his neck and attempt to soothe him. He doesn’t talk and I can’t make him. I’m itching to know what is going on. Is it his mom? Is she sick again? I cringe at the thought.
    “Aiden, what’s wrong?” I slide down so that I’m kneeling in front of him. I gently place my hands back on his neck and I can see