Chapter 6 - Tatum Reid

Tatum POV

I open my eyes to find Grace looking at me. I jump immediately and she giggles, jumping onto my bed and I rest one hand over my extremely fast-beating heart.

“What the hell Grace?” I let out and she kept giggling. “How long have you been staring at me while I sleep?” I ask and she shrugs without a care in the world. I swear this girl someday is going to kill me.

“I don’t know, but did you know that your right nostril opens more when you’re sleeping than the left?” She asks and I frown, moving my hand straight to my nose and covering it. Thatcher broke my nose once, and since then I struggle to breathe through my nose because I never really went to the hospital to have it checked. It would raise too many questions and at the time I couldn’t answer them.

“Okay, have you had breakfast?” I ask as I sit on the bed and Grace nods.

“Yeah, I had some cereal, Mom, can we go out today?” She asks and I frown, looking at her.

“It’s Christmas Eve. Where do you want to go?” I ask, and she