And because Elon had become careless, I found additional evidence.
Messages.
Receipts.
Enough to confirm what I already knew.
I wasn’t interested in revenge.
I wanted protection.
For myself.
And for Sophie.
Then I realized our anniversary was coming.
Sunday.
Originally, I had planned a small dinner.
Something sweet.
Something the old Grace would have arranged in the hope that maybe we could reconnect.
Instead, I changed the plan.
I called my parents.
My sister.
Elon’s parents.
