Letting go of Grace by Ellie Meade Page B

Spencer and she is a part of the Grace family. The director wants all of them sent right up.” He looks at me in wonderment but follows my orders. I walk to the next truck and find John. My heart stops when I see him. I take his hand and he looks at me. I know he is in shock, but a calm look comes over him.
    “Hannah?”
    “You’re going to be just fine, John.”
    “Take him upstairs. The director has staff waiting for him. Hurry!” I rush to the next few ambulances and still no sign of Aiden or Grant. I head back in and find Richard who is attempting to calm this whole debacle.
    “I found John and Autumn but no one else.”
    “Mrs. Grace was sent upstairs already.” How did she get by me? Who else got by me?
    “I need to tell Shane.” I run into the waiting room and it is filled to the brim. People are standing everywhere waiting to hear about their loved ones. I find Shane and he jumps up.
    “Go upstairs. Your mom, John, and Autumn were just brought up.”
    “Are they OK?”
    “Yes, for now. Go.” I walk away and find myself walking around looking behind every curtain hoping I will find what I’m looking for. I have no idea what I’m doing, and then I feel it. I feel the pull that’s always been there when he is near. I look up and see him standing a few feet away from me. He looks bloody and beaten. I stare at him like he is a mirage. Is it really him? I run towards him and see the deep brown come back in his eyes. With no hesitation I wrap my arms around him and realize my birthday wish came true. He is what I have been missing. I nuzzle into his neck and it feels like forever before he talks.
    “Hannah, just have a little faith in me. I swear I will make everything right. All the wrongs I will right them, I promise.” I pull away from him and look into those brown sugar eyes. The words he spoke couldn’t be any more perfect. God has really answered my prayers.

I TOUCH HIM TO MAKE sure he isn’t a figment of my imagination. My fingers graze his cheeks then I place my hands on his chest. I look into his eyes again and realize he was a mirage. Chase quickly fades and I see Grant before me. I search deeper in his eyes to find some kind of clue as to why I thought Grant was Chase. It felt so real. I felt him hold me again. He was in my arms and I heard him tell me he was going to make everything right. I feel the tears come to my eyes and Grant pulls me back into him. The once safe place within his arms doesn’t feel the same. I struggle when the realization hits me that not even a few seconds ago when I was in his arms, I felt secure. Chase made me feel safe again, as if everything were going to go back to normal.
    “Hannah I meant what I said. I promise I will make everything right.” I can feel his warm breath in my ear and I crumble. I feel like I am going crazy. Clearly I am having a mental breakdown from the stress of the day, but my eyes have never played games on me before. I pull away from Grant to look at him once again to see if Chase will reappear, but he doesn’t. It’s only blue eyes staring back at me, the ones that took all hope of love again away from me. I take a deep breath and step back from Grant.
    “Hannah, don’t.” I can hear the hurt in his voice as he takes my arms in his hands, but I shake away from him. I gaze at him nervously and shake my head then walk away from him. I can hear Richard call my name and I look around for him, but I don’t see him. I see Chase out of the corner of my eye and freeze again. What kind of mind games am I playing on myself? I feel drawn to the door he walked through and like a moth drawn to a flame, I follow. I don’t feel my body walking, but before I know it I’m striding through the door searching for Chase. I open a curtain and he is sitting on a gurney smiling at me. My body is wrapped around him in an instant.
    “Hey love, took you long enough to come see me.” I look up into his eyes and he just smiles at me. I start to talk,