Good morning

Grace's POV

This was the only thing I knew I was good at that he might not be so good at, and he was. Even with the injury in his arm, he was good. How come? What kind of god was he? Good at every single thing.

I don't know why, but that didn't sit well with me. What then can I do that he can't?

He was the one who had complained about his arm, yet he still won. What kind of trick did he use? I hate that he won, especially when this was the only thing I was good at.

When I got to my room upstairs, yes, Davis made sure I moved my things upstairs, as he didn't want what happened that day to reoccur. He made sure I stayed in the room next to his. It was Helen's room first before his, then mine. I didn't mind how it was arranged, as far as I get to stay upstairs. The room upstairs was bigger than the one downstairs.

I took off my clothes before throwing them to the ground, I headed straight to the bathroom and dipped myself in the bathtub full of water.

As I lay calmly inside the bathtu