The teenage'angst land.
[The fall following this and then more immediately following this.]
Jude's arrival was already called in, so there's no trouble for him to get into the penthouse. No one will truly seem to know where Grace is though. For as small as the penthouse really is, she's good at slipping around unseen when she really wants to.
Grace is curled up in her father's desk chair, feet on the edge of the chair with her knees tucked tight under her chin as she clicks through some of the pictures from her trips to France on her father's computer. Most of them, all from years past and none from this year, have her or her friends in them; all of them are smiling and laughing and having fun. She can't help the tears that seem perpetually trapped in her eyes, have been since before she left really.
Jude's arrival was already called in, so there's no trouble for him to get into the penthouse. No one will truly seem to know where Grace is though. For as small as the penthouse really is, she's good at slipping around unseen when she really wants to.
Grace is curled up in her father's desk chair, feet on the edge of the chair with her knees tucked tight under her chin as she clicks through some of the pictures from her trips to France on her father's computer. Most of them, all from years past and none from this year, have her or her friends in them; all of them are smiling and laughing and having fun. She can't help the tears that seem perpetually trapped in her eyes, have been since before she left really.