It's a misunderstanding
Grace strolled through the lush gardens surrounding the Sullivan mansion, the midday sun casting dappled shadows across her path. The gentle breeze carried the faint scent of roses, a reminder of happier times spent in this serene haven with Jacob and their children. She often found solace in these gardens, a refuge from the pressures and uncertainties that sometimes crowded their lives.
Today, however, as she turned a corner, her heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted her. There, just ahead, Jacob walked leisurely alongside Olivia, their heads close together in animated conversation. Olivia's laughter tinkled in the air, and Grace's grip tightened involuntarily on the garden shears she held.