THE DAVIS HOME
- GRACE'S BEDROOM
Davis sat on the edge of her bed, holding a beautiful cherry music box, and let
out a troubled sigh. As she lifted the lid to the music box and allowed
the delicate tune to start, she fought back the tears that wanted to break
free. The music box had been a gift from Trevor for her eighteenth
birthday and hearing its graceful tune only brought back all of the feelings of anxiety
and anticipation that the gift had originally brought her.
Of course, at the time they weren't
actually a couple. In fact, she tried to fight her own feelings for him
tooth and nail. However, Trevor had been persistent with his love and
devotion for her and eventually manage to wear down her defenses. Grace sighed with a
weary heart when she realized exactly how much she did love Trevor. It was
that knowledge that made her own actions even more troubling to her.
she loved Trevor as much as she thought she did, how could she have been so
foolish---so trusting---where Dane Manchester was concerned? How could she
have been so naive? How could she have allowed Dane to woo and charm her
into doing things that.... She shook her head violently as if she were
trying to block out any trace of memory of what she'd done. Unfortunately,
forgetting the past wouldn't be quite so easy. True, she'd been vulnerable
and emotional because of her mother's impending death, but she should have been
able to thwart Dane's advances. She knew what kind of man he was,
Grace closed the lid of the music
box and carefully set it aside before burying her face into her hands and
sobbing. How could she have betrayed Trevor like she had? How could
she have betrayed herself? She'd been avoiding Trevor for what had seemed
like months, now. She just couldn't bear to look into his eyes because she
was certain that he was able to see right through her. Surely her guilt
and embarrassment was written all over her face. How could it not
be? Certainly he would have been able to take one look at her and know
what she'd done! She just couldn't bear to hurt him like that.
Unfortunately, she was well aware that there was no changing the past. It
was something that would torment her forever.
"Grace, are you coming down for
dinner?" came the voice of her brother Douglas Davis from downstairs.
"I'm...coming," she called
out weakly before taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from her eyes.
She just couldn't let him see that something was wrong with her. She was
certain that if Douglas knew what she'd done, he'd be horribly disappointed in
her and that was yet another thing that she just couldn't bear.
As she reached out for the doorknob
to her room, she paused for a moment so that she could take a deep breath and
calm her ragged nerves. She felt like the weight of the world was on her
shoulders, but she clearly knew that it was her own burden to bear. What
had happened between her and Dane during that snow storm had to remain her own
little secret---her own secret storm that was churning inside of her.
"So, what's for dinner?"
Grace smiled broadly as she bounded down the stairs. Her overly exuberant
manner immediately struck Douglas as odd considering the overtly dour and somber
mood she'd been displaying over the past several weeks.
"It's...pot roast," he
replied as he kept his eyes focused on her in an attempt to see exactly what had
brought about the sudden change in her. "I know it won't be as good
as Lorraine's, but we've got to make due just one more night until she and the
baby come home from the hospital."
"You should have let me fix
dinner," she commented before sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Actually, I'm surprised that you're not at the hospital with Lorraine and
she needs her rest." He took his own seat across from Grace and
carefully scooped out a serving of pot roast. "Which reminds me, I'm
really going to be counting on you to help Lorraine out with the baby.
She's not going to be back up to full strength for several days and she's going
to need all of the help that she can get."
"Oh, you can count on me,"
she grinned. "I love babies. They're so cute and
"Just remember that when
starts crying for his 2 am feeding," Douglas laughed. "We'll see
how cute and precious you think he is then."
Just then, their conversation was interrupted
by the shrill ringing of the telephone.
"I'll get it," Douglas
spoke up as he quickly rose form his seat. "You eat. I'm still
a little worried about you after that spell you had at the hospital."
"I told you that I'm
fine!" she insisted firmly. "I just hadn't eaten that day.
"Which is exactly why I want
you to clean your entire plate." He picked up the telephone receiver
and placed it against his ear. "Hello, Davis residence.
Yes. Yes, she's here." He covered the receiver with his hand
and turned to speak to Grace. "Honey, it's for you."
"I...um..." she stammered
awkwardly as a sense of panic washed over her. "If it's Trevor, tell
him I'm not here! Please, Douglas? Just tell him I've gone...out or
"Grace, are you all
right?" he asked with much concern. "You've been acting really
odd where Trevor's concerned. You two aren't having...well, you
know...problems, are you?"
"N-no," she replied
softly. "It's not that. It's just that...well..."
"Don't worry," he sighed
with a shake of his head. "It's not Trevor, anyway. Actually,
I'm not sure who it is, but they asked to speak to you."
Grace furrowed her brow in
confusion. Who in the world could possibly be phoning her in the middle of
dinner if it wasn't Trevor? As she carefully laid her napkin down onto the
table, she rose from her seat and hurried to the phone.
"Hello?" she said softly
as she pressed the receiver to her ear. "Yes, this is she.
Oh! Hello! Um...yes, I remember." She subtly glanced in
Douglas' direction to see if he was attempting to overhear her conversation and
carefully turned away from him in an attempt to hide the nature of the
call. "But, I don't understand. No, you...don't
understand. That's impossible!" She looked back around to see
if he'd heard her outburst, but was relieved to find that he was thoroughly
involved in the evening edition of The Daily Post. "I...um...yes,
well, I guess that would make it possible, but...no! It can't be.
Are you...sure? I...I..." She bit her lip in an attempt to keep
it from quivering and made several short gasps for air. "T-thank you
for...telling me. No, I'm fine. No, I'm not sure...what I'm going to
do. Good bye."
Grace returned the receiver to its
cradle and leaned forward against the counter to steady herself. Of all of
the news that she might have expected to hear, this had been the furthest
thing from her mind. Suddenly, it wasn't the weight of the world that
seemed to be on her shoulders, it was the weight of the entire universe.